I scrambled backward, dropping the phone.

It clattered against the floor, the screen facing up.

Another comment had appeared on the blog.

*baking_shadows*: “I’ve taken a screenshot. I’m calling the police.”

Panic surged through me, cold and sharp.

I grabbed the phone and ran back to the laptop.

I had to delete the post.

I had to take it down before the police arrived, before Julian saw what had happened.

I clicked the login button again.

My hands were shaking so badly I missed the keys twice.

I typed the password we had shared for five years.

*Error: Incorrect password.*

I tried his birthday.

*Error: Incorrect password.*

I tried the name of our first dog.

*Error: Incorrect password. Your account has been temporarily locked due to multiple failed attempts.*

I let out a low, desperate sob.

I grabbed the laptop, intending to physically unplug the router.

The router was kept in Julian’s locked office on the second floor.

I ran to the office door and grabbed the brass knob.

It was locked.

“Julian, please,” I whispered to the empty hallway.

I ran back down to the kitchen.