Jessica.
But the message beneath it contained only six words.
**She knows about the other woman.**
David’s smile disappeared.
He looked directly at my face.
And for the first time in months, I saw genuine fear in his eyes.
David didn’t move.
His phone remained in his hand.
He read the message again, then looked toward the closed bedroom door.
“Who told her?” he whispered.
I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling.
He typed something quickly.
The reply arrived almost immediately.
**I don’t know. But someone has been asking questions.**
David rubbed his forehead.
“Not now,” he muttered.
He slipped the phone into his pocket and walked toward the bathroom.
The water started running.
I used the opportunity to activate the eye-tracking computer again.
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My vision was deteriorating, but I managed to open the secure channel.
SAMUEL.
A moment later, his response appeared.
I’m here.
I typed slowly.
