Camila’s POV“You’re too late.”The screen went black, but the words didn’t fade, they stayed, heavy and suffocating, cutting deeper than the image itself. It wasn’t just what he said, it was how he said it, calm and certain, like the outcome had already been decided long before we even realized we were part of it.No one moved immediately, not Daniil, not Ivan, not me, because the truth was no longer forming, it was already there, undeniable and brutal.This wasn’t just infiltration.This was betrayal.And it was close.Too close.“Run it back,” I said, my voice steady despite the pressure building in my chest.The screen flickered again, replaying the moment, freezing on the man behind the children, his posture relaxed, his confidence absolute, not hiding, not rushing, standing like he belonged there.Like he had every right.“Zoom,” I ordered.The image sharpened, and this time I didn’t just look, I studied every detail, every movement, every shadow, because betrayal always leaves
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