My sister smashed my glasses the morning of my thesis defense. ‘I guess you’ll have to fail,’ she laughed.

from the charging stand beside the refrigerator.

I looked at Lila.

She smiled wider.

That was when I knew this wasn’t just cruelty.

It was coordinated.

They needed me to miss the defense.

What they didn’t know was that Professor Shaw and I had prepared for exactly one possibility: interference.

Three months earlier, after an attempted breach of my university account, he had insisted I install an automatic emergency protocol. If I failed to check in by 7:45 on defense day, the system would send my location, archived messages,