For several seconds, nobody spoke.
The photograph rested in Clara's hands as though it weighed far more than a piece of paper should.
The fifth person betrayed us. The words written on the back seemed to echo through the storage unit.
Clara read them again,then again. Hoping they would somehow make more sense the second time.
They didn't. Beside her, Ethan slowly lowered himself into a chair. His eyes remained fixed on the photograph.
"This can't be real." Alexander glanced at him. "What part?" Ethan laughed nervously. "All of it." He pointed at the picture.
"We spent weeks thinking we were chasing some mysterious organization. Now we're standing here looking at evidence that suggests everything may have started with someone they trusted."
Nobody argued. Because that possibility sud
