I didn't even remember how I got home. Everything just blurs. The sound of traffic, the folder that I held like my life depended on it, with that video.
I quickly deleted the video. Whoever was doing this was waiting for the right time to strike.
By the time I got back to my apartment, Elias was already asleep on the couch, the TV still playing the news.
He stirred when I came in, took his pills, and went straight to bed.
I locked myself in the bathroom and threw up until there was nothing left, until my throat burned and my body just shook.
I rinsed my mouth, took my bath, and put on a silk dress. I quickly hid the folder in the midst of other files in my tote bag. Out of sight, but not out of me.
“Isola?” Elias called. “What are you doing? Come to bed.”
I quickly got into bed. He
