The house was unusually quiet that evening. No clinking dishes from the kitchen, no faint hum of the television. Just the soft, restless footsteps of Rafael as he paced the living room, phone in hand, brows furrowed with an intensity Nadine hadn’t seen in a long time.She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching him. “You’re doing it again,” she said softly.Rafael stopped mid-pace. “Doing what?”“Walking like you’re trying to outrun the problem.”Her voice was gentle, but the exhaustion behind it was impossible to hide.He stared at her for a moment, then sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t shake this feeling.”“What feeling?”“That someone close to us—someone on the inside—is helping them.”The words hung in the air like a sharp blade.Nadine’s expression tightened, but she stepped closer. “Rafael… suspicion is natural after everything that happened. But accusing people—”“I didn’t accuse anyone,” he cut in. “But the more I review the details, the timing, the
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