I stared at the blank ceiling of my room, my mind filled with fear and anger. The weight of Alex’s control never stopped suffocating me. The threat in his eyes when he left my house still lingered in my mind. But now, the anonymous text had rattled me even more. Someone else knew. And if they knew, there was a chance... a small, fragile chance that I wasn’t completely alone.
But hope wasn’t enough.
I sat up slowly, wiping my tear-streaked face. My hands were still trembling, but my mind was sharp. I needed to protect myself, and I needed proof.
Proof of everything.
My phone was already in my hand. I opened the voice recorder app, my finger hovering over the red button. Would it even work?
Alex wasn’t stupid. He was careful, but I was too desperate. I took a deep breath and hit the rec
