He Made Me Financially Dependent So I’d Never Leave — He Forgot I Used to Be a Risk Analyst, and I’d Been Preparing for Eleven Months
Brandon spent years congratulating himself that he had domesticated the dangerous part of me.
He had not.
He had only stopped paying it a salary.
It was still there, watching, the whole time, and when he at last gave it a reason to look at him, it read him like a balance sheet, and it found him exactly as short as I had begun to fear.
Chapter 11 — Financial Control Is Still Control
A month after the receipt, I called Victoria Sterling for the first time, from a prepaid phone, standing on the sidewalk outside a public library, because it was the one place I could be certain no device of Brandon’s was listening.