My Husband Beat Me on Easter and Told Me No One Would Believe Me—Then My Retired-Colonel Father Arrived With Police Behind Him
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Chapter 17 / 27
Chapter 17 - The Second Phone
Forensic analysts recovered more from the prepaid phone.
Draft texts.
A note app.
A list of people to contact.
Dad.
My employer.
My best friend Mia.
The messages were designed to delay concern.
To Dad:
I’m safe. Please don’t come looking for me.
To work:
Medical leave. Family emergency.
To Mia:
I need to disconnect for a while. Please don’t call Ethan.
That last line was clever.
If Mia received it, she would assume I was escaping Ethan voluntarily.
She might even protect my privacy.
The lie used the truth around it.
That was what frightened me most.
Ethan knew who would believe which version.
May you like
He had spent years learning my relationships.
Then turned that knowledge into logistics.
