At the VIP clinic, I was helping my nine-month pregnant daughter change for her final ultrasound. The moment her shirt slipped off, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

anything,” she whispered. “Please. He has eyes everywhere. He’ll know.”

“He already knows how to hurt you, Chloe,” I said softly, activating the screen. “Now he learns what happens when power is taken away.”

Her eyes filled with fear and confusion.

I opened a secure line to Isaac Bell, the corporate litigator who had stood beside me for decades.

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