For three years they called me a freak—and I stayed silent—until they touched my little sister in front of everyone, and the truth I buried finally came out and changed everything.

rhythmic, raspy, and completely unfamiliar, vibrating against the wooden surface of my desk with an irritating, mechanical persistence. I turned around slowly, my eyes locking onto the center of the bare desk where a completely foreign object was sitting directly on top of my old school notebook.

It was a brand-new, unactivated black burner phone, its continue reading …