Over the next two weeks, Derek’s strategy unfolded like a military campaign. He wasn't trying to bully me anymore. He was trying to corrupt her —to turn the only safe harbor I had into a hostile port.
We documented: screenshots, timestamps, the neighbor’s recollection written down while it was fresh. We reached out to one teacher who’d been kind to me and asked for a meeting. We told a few people who mattered—those who already liked us—not to repeat anything they heard unless it was from both of us. We learned the power of shared facts.
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