“Anna, get somewhere safe. I’m coming to you,” he said, his protective instincts kicking in.

I grabbed a few essentials, my heart pounding as I slipped quietly out of the house. The night was cold, and a shiver ran through me as I stepped into the street. I didn’t know where Derrick had gone, but I couldn’t risk staying any longer. As I drove away, I glanced back at the house where my trust had been shattered, hoping it would be the last time I’d look at it in fear.

Meeting my brother at a nearby diner, I handed him the flash drive with shaking hands. He listened intently as I recounted everything, his expression shifting from worry to anger.