Grace finally leaned back, looking uneasy. Even she no longer seemed smug. Nicole's gaze was intense, dangerous, but focused. Dave's calm presence cut through the tension like always.
The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the soft sound of Caroline shuffling through her laptop bag.
She opened it slowly, hands still trembling, and started pulling out printed emails, screenshots, and files.
Each one she handed over carried the weight of months of fear, manipulation, and secrets.
"This is everything I have," she said softly. "Start from here. You will see how they worked, how every trap was planned, and how they monitored my every move.
And you will see why I had no choice… why I could not just speak up or fight them alone."
I felt a chill run down my spine as I glanced at the documents.
The emails were precise, threatening, subtle, almost casual, but beneath the words, the danger was sharp, like a knife hidden in silk.
