The door creaked open.Alex’s hand tightened around mine not possessive, not forceful, but protective in a way that made my heart clench painfully.A janitor stepped inside, blinking at the lights.“Oh sorry,” he muttered, Didn’t know anyone was using the archive room.I sagged against the table, knees weak with relief.Alex didn’t let go of my hand until the janitor disappeared again, the automatic lock clicking back into place.When he finally released me, it felt like the room lost its warmth.He turned toward me slowly, as if he feared I might bolt.“Clara,” he whispered, please tell me what’s going on.His voice wasn’t demanding. It wasn’t angry.It was scared.And that frightened me more than the documents.I took a shaky breath and grabbed my backpack, stuffing the files inside.“I can’t talk here,” I said. “Not with cameras. Not in a building connected to my father… connected to everything.”Alex moved closer, cautiously, like approaching a wounded animal.Then talk to me outs
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