Harper gently helped me sit up, her reassuring presence a stark contrast to the turmoil that had erupted within me moments earlier.
Panic gripped me fiercely, my body shaking uncontrollably with fear, and yet I commanded enough clarity to acknowledge my next move.
In the chaos of my struggle to break free from Julian's grasp, I noticed the phone had slipped from his pocket. The pocket wasn't deep, and now the device rested dangerously within reach. With urgency, I hastily snatched it up, my heart sinking when I was greeted by the password prompt on the screen.
"I know his password," Harper murmured beside me, her voice a placid anchor in the storm.
I quickly handed her the phone, watching as she unlocked it with ease. With fingers trembling from adrenaline, I navigated to Julian's pictures and frantically erased each one, quickly proceeding to the trash to ensure they were permanently deleted.
