Caro did not sleep.
She sat on the edge of her bed long after midnight, her phone still in her hand, Peter's message burning into her mind with every passing second. "Meet me tomorrow. Alone. We need to talk." She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper in the silence. "This is it… isn't it?" she murmured to herself, her chest tightening painfully. "He knows something. He has to." Her fingers curled slightly as she stood up, pacing slowly. "Then I tell him," she said under her breath, as if convincing herself. "At least part of it. Before he hears it from someone else."
The next morning came too quickly.
