I paused for a moment, considering my next move. I couldn’t stay in the house any longer; it was critical to get out unseen and reach safety. But I needed more than just digital proof. My eyes scanned the room, landing on the small plastic bag that Dererick had used to store the fabric from my pajamas. It was another piece of evidence, tangible and damning. I tucked it into my pocket before making one last sweep of the room. My gaze landed on his black bag, still sitting where he had left it. I rifled through it quickly, my heart pounding in my ears. Notebooks filled with meticulous notes detailing his activities, a secondary phone with more messages, and a list of names, some of which I recognized. I took pictures of every page using my phone.

Finally, I was ready. I grabbed a small overnight bag, stuffing it with essentials and the evidence I had gathered. I slipped out of the bedroom, careful to avoid any creaks in the floor that might give me away. Once downstairs, I made my way to the back door, every instinct screaming at me to hurry, to escape before Dererick returned and discovered my deception.

The cold night air was a shock against my skin, but I welcomed it, the sensation grounding me as I fled into the darkness. I headed straight for my car parked down the street, not daring to use the one in our driveway. Once inside, I locked the doors and drove away, my hands gripping the wheel with white-knuckled intensity.