“Answer me,” Daniel snapped. “Who wrote it? Who are you hiding from me?” Claire stepped back, incredulous. “You went through my desk? Seriously?” His fury only grew at her deflection. The walls seemed to vibrate with their voices.
“I don’t need to tell you everything I do,” she shot back when he pressed further. “Not every detail is your business.” The dismissal burned more than denial. To Daniel, it was confirmation, she had something to hide. His heart hammered as silence stretched between them, heavier than any answer.