Their faces paled as they regarded the file on the coffee table, a silent specter of truths they had hoped would stay buried. The room settled into an unsettling silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside.
“How—how did you get that?” stammered David, his bravado from earlier evaporating like mist in the sun. His eyes flickered to Vanessa, searching for some reassurance, but she was as still as a statue, eyes wide with disbelief.
“Let’s just say,” I began, leaning back into the comfort of my armchair, “that while you were busy plotting my demise, I was busy unraveling your secrets. You see, Vanessa, the truth has a way of surfacing, no matter how deep you try to bury it.”
