He had mapped our lives in data points: door codes, camera angles, sleep schedules, even the lullabies I hummed when I thought no one was listening. Every convenience we’d welcomed had become a chain, every “smart” feature another way to tighten his grip. He dimmed the lights when I cried, raised the thermostat when I trembled, proving there was no corner he didn’t own. When I tried to reset a password, a notification pinged on his phone miles away, and the locks clacked back into place. Yet in the middle of that terror, it was Lily’s small, shaking hand that cut through the noise. Her trust demanded I become someone braver than my fear. I started with the breaker box, the one thing he hadn’t digitized. In the dark that followed, the house finally went blind, and for the first time in months, his voice—once everywhere—fell sile… Continues…
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