Every word Garrett had said believing no one but a broken woman on the floor could hear him.

He had been so certain of my helplessness that it had never once occurred to him to wonder whether the quiet woman he was breaking might be listening — and might have arranged, long before, for something else to be listening too.

I want to say something about that app, and about the version of me who set it up, because I have come to think she was braver than I gave her credit for at the time.

When I installed it, months before the worst of it, I was not yet ready to admit to myself how afraid I was.