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My phone vibrated against the mahogany table in London with a sound so small it felt impossible that it could split a life in half

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be told. It was a weapon to be used.

As the elevator doors opened, signaling the arrival of the Senator’s legal team, I didn’t shrink away. I stood my ground, my phone already recording, ready to ensure that the world would finally see exactly what happened in the dark, and who had been watching all along.

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