I uploaded them, as I took them, to an encrypted cloud drive, so that even if Julian somehow took my phone from me in the next hour, the proof would already be somewhere he could never reach.

That was the discipline talking, the part of me that had spent years imagining worst cases for a living.

Get the proof off the only device that can be taken from you.

Put it somewhere a frightened hour later cannot undo.

I did it almost without thinking, and I have been grateful a hundred times since that the habit was already in my hands before I ever needed it.

And I had somewhere to send them.