Sasha’s POV
I stared at the screen until the bathroom tiles started to blur.
Three photos. My face. My body. Positions no one was ever supposed to see again. Timestamped. Clear. Undeniable.
Downstairs the television murmured. My husband’s laugh floated up the stairs, easy and stupid, the same laugh he used when he thought everything in our life was still perfect.
My phone vibrated in my hand.
Unknown number.
I answered because not answering felt worse.
“You looked,” a low voice said. Calm and gentle
“Good.”
My throat locked. “Who the f**k is this?”
“Someone who has more where those came from. And the videos. And the names of every person who would be very interested in seeing them.”
I sat on the closed toilet lid because my legs decided they were done.
“What do you want?”
“S
