The office was too quiet the next morning.
That kind of silence that doesn’t feel peaceful, it feels like a warning.
Mia’s desk sat empty, her chair pushed slightly back, as if she’d left in a hurry and meant to return.
A faint ring of coffee stained the corner of her desk. Her sweater still hung over the back of her chair.
I stood there longer than I meant to, staring at that space. The hum of the ceiling lights pressed against my ears. I could almost hear her nervous laugh echoing, “Just five more minutes, Jane, I’ll have that file ready.”
But she wasn’t coming back.
And the flash drive, the one she said held “proof about Daniel”, still lay in my top drawer, untouched.
I opened the drawer slowly. The tiny piece of metal sat there like a curse.
What was on it? Evidence? Lies? A tr
