Caro's lips parted, but no words came out, the silence stretching so tightly between them it felt like it might snap. Peter's gaze did not waver, his expression controlled yet far too certain, as if he was already bracing for the truth she refused to give. "I'm waiting, Caro," he said quietly, his voice low but edged with something far more dangerous than impatience. "You don't have to hesitate now." Her throat tightened painfully as she tried to force the words out, but before she could speak, her phone vibrated sharply against the desk, cutting through the moment like a blade.
