C108

The atmosphere in the safe house prepared for the group by Matteo was tense, the air thick with the unspoken weight of what had just happened. Ethan paced the room, the USB drive clenched tightly in his fist. Matteo sat at the table, his laptop open but forgotten as he watched Ethan wear a hole in the carpet.

I stood by the window, staring out at the city as my thoughts raced