Falling for him
I said.
“Yes,” she replied, typing quickly. “But they won’t be able to trace it back to you.”
She created a new G***l account within minutes. The name was random, unconnected to anything personal. She adjusted the security settings, masked the IP trail through layers I didn’t fully understand, and sent the images from that account to mine.
My phone buzzed.
An email.
Subject line blank.
Attached files.
She opened my inbox and showed me.
“Now,” she said calmly, “this is something you received.”