I reach into my pocket and dig out the flash drive. I hold up the device and gaze at it, turning it under twilight’s dying light.
Should I show her? What it contains could be dangerous for her health. The information could destabilize her when she’s been making such great progress.
“What’s that for?” she asks.
She has a right to the truth. The contents of this flash drive are going to destroy both of us.
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