“The Night They Locked Me in the Attic—And Realized I Was Never the One Trapped”

Every unexplained transaction Derek had ever made.

Every late-night expense.

Every “client dinner” that didn’t match his case assignments.

Every time money moved where it shouldn’t.

At first, I had told myself I was just being careful.

Then I told myself I was being paranoid.

Now I understood.

I had been documenting my own survival.

The files loaded one by one.

Clean. Organized. Time-stamped.