Always Hit Record
And I played dead.
It was the hardest performance of my life, lying utterly still while my own blood soaked the rug and my husband cooed over his mistress, but I held it, because everything now depended on them believing I was gone.
And with agonizing slowness, using the last of my strength and the smallest movements I could manage, my hidden left hand found the smartwatch on my wrist.
And I tapped it.