In another, Madison sat on the couch crying while he told her, “If you do not do this then everything from Seattle comes out, and you know what that means.”
Regina’s fingers shook as she watched. She did not recognize the man’s name until he spoke it himself during a phone call, bragging about how easy it was to find women through family connections. His name was Tyler Griggs.
The final video made Regina’s stomach turn. Tyler stood in Regina’s bedroom, leaning over her desk, taking a photo of the notebook where she had once written her login information for convenience. He smiled at the camera like a predator certain of victory.
When the screen went dark, Regina sat frozen, unable to speak.
Piper touched her arm. “I uploaded everything to your cloud drive, so even if they take the tablet, it is safe.”
Regina pulled her daughter into a tight embrace. “You just protected us,” she whispered, voice breaking for the first time that day. “I am so proud of you.”
The phone rang before Regina could gather her thoughts. Madison’s name flashed across the screen. Regina put the call on speaker.