The Price of Secrets and the Fall of My Abusive Husband
A hand reached into the frame.
It was thick-fingered, with a silver band on the ring finger that I knew too well.
“That’s Derek,” I whispered.
He was holding a screwdriver.
He leaned over the smart oven, trying to pry open the side panel where the manual reset button was located.
“He is trying to factory-reset them,” I said.
“Why would he do that?” Marisol asked.
“Because they are still registered to my name and my phone number,” I said. “If he resets them, he can register them under his own account and sell them online.”
“But to reset them, they have to be powered on,” Marisol noted.
“Exactly,” I said. “He plugged them into the outlet in that storage unit. The moment they connected to the local network, the GPS activated.”
The smart hub’s app showed a small notification at the top of the screen.
*Device ‘SmartOven_01’ online via hotspot ‘Derek_iPhone’.*
“He is using his own phone as a mobile hotspot to perform the reset,” I said.
“Can you trace the IP?” Marisol asked.