hang, hang on a second; this from chapter 154 of “between each beat are words unsaid”:
“I wish I could tell you all of this, but I can’t email you from here and I don’t dare to call. Not with her in the house.”
“can’t email” because they’re afraid she’ll hack them, or tap them, yeah? well what the hell do you call this? i call it “blog post saved to drafts” because that’s literally the title of the chapter. they key here is “saved to drafts,” you fucking moron, which means it’s on the internet. meaning she doesn’t even need to hack your computer, she just needs to hack your blog account, which is likely to be infinitely easier.
this story is a goddamn train wreck. i can’t look away but i can’t wait for it to be over.