He had lied about that, too.

I had not been as helpless as I looked, lying on that floor.

I had only needed to get somewhere I could prove it.

Chapter 9 — The Recording

Months before that night, back when the coldness in that house had first started to frighten me, I had done one quiet thing.

I had not known, then, what it would be for.

I only knew that I was starting to be afraid, and that no one would ever believe the version of events Garrett and his mother would tell, and that a frightened woman with no proof is a woman no one listens to.