Chapter 5 - THE SECRET CLOUD BACKUP
Minutes before waking up and walking into the kitchen, my phone had been sitting on my nightstand, actively streaming my continuous glucose monitor data to my endocrinologist's office and syncing directly to a secure cloud backup folder shared with my aunt Sophie, the ER nurse. Furthermore, my phone—which was sitting right inside my sweatshirt pocket—was running an encrypted audio-recording app that I had automatically triggered the moment I heard Nora moving around the kitchen cabinets.
While Nora gloated over her perceived victory, staring into her own phone's camera, my pocket recorder was capturing every syllable of her blackmail, her confession about destroying the insulin, and her explicit intent to let me slip into a diabetic coma. She thought she was trapping me in a video frame, but she was actually standing inside an invisible digital cage of her own construction.
