Her nights on the couch with one ear open, listening for a call, a fall, a groan. Her weekends cancelled, friendships thinned, life reduced to schedules and pills and “we’ll see.” And for what? So another woman could walk into her house like she owned it. So another woman could kneel at the router and kill the cameras with a casual tug.
So Marcus could suddenly stand—stand—to stop her from being seen. Julia stared at her computer screen without reading a word. Her inbox filled. A colleague asked something in passing. Julia nodded at the right moments, lips moving on autopilot. Inside, she was doing arithmetic. If he can stand, even for a second… If he can push up with his legs…