The photo on Caro's phone shook violently in her trembling hand as Peter stepped closer without waiting for permission, his sharp eyes immediately catching the fear breaking across her face before she could hide it again. The office suddenly felt too small, too exposed, every shadow around them tightening beneath the cold glow of the executive lights while rain hammered harder against the glass outside.
"Show me," Peter said quietly.
Caro instinctively stepped back. "It's nothing."
His jaw tightened instantly. "You need to stop saying that."
The sharpness in his voice cracked through her already-fraying control. Caro looked down at the image again, pulse spiraling painfully as panic clawed tighter through her chest. Someone had been inside her apartment. Someone knew exactly where she kept the backup drive containing fragments of the original corruption logs. And if Peter saw the photo now—
Everything would collapse.
