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She walks out and slams the door.
I run my hand over my face, frustrated that she found out part of the truth—especially that way. I should never have left her alone in my house. I should’ve known she’d start snooping—she’s so damn stubborn.
I put the files back in the safe and lock it.
She doesn’t know anything. What she saw isn’t important—just insignificant details.
I grab the photo she was holding. I remember the day I took it. I’d gone to rescue her from Omar. Maria had asked me to follow her and threatened me if I ever hurt her little protégé.
I used a moment of distraction to steal the photo.
I was inexplicably drawn to it and couldn’t resist taking it. I didn’t include it in the file on Khalid because it wasn’t useful information—it was just something I wanted to k
