Chapter 56 The Hidden Truth

The corridor was dim, drenched in the mellow hush of early evening. The walls whispered secrets beneath their polished surface. Genevieve’s heels clicked once, twice, then stopped. Her hand hovered over the restroom door, but her ears caught something else entirely. Voices. Low. Urgent. Male. She leaned back slightly, pressing herself against the cool marble. Her breath slowed as the names fell sharp and unmistakable from behind the cracked panel of the utility door.