… and calculated cruelty. My mind raced, trying to process the betrayal and danger lurking in my home. I was overwhelmed by a wave of emotions—anger, disbelief, and a visceral urge to protect Ethan at all costs.
I managed to collect myself enough to retrieve my phone and save the footage in multiple locations—to ensure that this evidence would not mysteriously disappear. I knew I had to act quickly but carefully, just as Dr. Harris had warned.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze. I couldn’t concentrate on work, and every minute felt like an eternity as I counted down the hours until I could leave. I was afraid of what might happen if I tipped off Linda before I had a plan in place.
