Caro's breathing turned uneven the moment Peter's words settled into the silence between them. The laptop screen beside her still glowed with system corrections and reversed permissions, but suddenly none of it felt hidden anymore. Her fingers tightened painfully around the phone as she stared at the lines of code reflecting faintly across the dark window beside her. Rain continued sliding down the glass outside, soft and steady, but inside the room the pressure had become unbearable. Peter had not guessed. He had not suspected. He had known. And somehow, that frightened her more than if he had accused her directly.
