My phone buzzes at 2:47 AM.

I'm already awake, staring at the ceiling and replaying Maya's words. *I know the signs. You're not alone.*

James sleeps beside me, one arm thrown possessively across my waist even when I'm unconscious. He's been extra attentive since the incident with Maya yesterday, bringing me tea and checking on me every hour like the perfect husband.

The phone buzzes again.

I slide it out from under my pillow as carefully as possible. Two missed calls from Zoe.

My heart pounds ...