Returning home
Once we return home, Lisa and I waste no time. We clear off the dining table and begin laying out everything — photos, receipts, timelines, email printouts. The table becomes a battlefield of truth, each piece of evidence a weapon in our fight. “We need airtight proof,” Lisa says, her voice calm but steely. I nod, fully aware that now we’re not just reacting — we’re strategizing.
With a shared sense of purpose, we begin planning every next move. Our list grows with tasks: track his financial flows, log his communications, contact potential witnesses. The adrenaline of purpose keeps us sharp, focused. We are no longer in the shadows — we are stepping into the light with one goal: bring everything into the open. No more guessing. No more fear.
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