Do not post real-time locations. Share your travels or daily activities only after leaving the venue to prevent physical tracking.
After he went to bed—his sleep was sacred, she knew not to disturb it—Mayli sat in the dark of her own living room. The one she paid for. The one she had furnished with mid-century modern pieces she’d found at estate sales, before he started accompanying her, before his presence became a line item on every invoice.
