AFTER EVERYTHING WE DID FOR YOU.

I stared at the glowing screen. Then my fingers moved.

Send me the itemized list.

There was no answer.

While they raged in the vacuum of their own entitlement, Mara and I moved with surgical precision. Elena photographed every contusion, every laceration, the darkening handprint on my throat, preserving my statement for the criminal proceedings to come.

Mara dispatched an investigator who obtained the hallway security footage from our condominium building. The silent video showed Adrian dragging me by the hair back inside our unit after several neighbors had opened their doors, startled by my screaming.