A woman’s voice came through the speaker. “Lily? This is Attorney Sophia Sterling. I’ve received the automatic evidence packet. Are you safe?”

Thomas froze. Mom whispered, “What evidence packet?”

Finally, I let myself smile.

My father had been a cybersecurity consultant. Before he died, he taught me that secrets need backups, and backups need witnesses. When Thomas broke my arm, I triggered the emergency shortcut I’d built out of Dad’s old notes. Three taps sent years of video, audio, photos, dates, and medical records to three places at once: a lawyer, a child advocacy center, and my father’s sister, Aunt Evelyn, who had been fighting to get custody of me for six years.