“There’s something you need to know.”
Thomas spun around, suspicion flaring. “What? Now? We don’t have time for games—”
“No,” she cut him off sharply, voice trembling with a strange intensity. “This isn’t about timing. It’s about truth.”
He stared at her, wary. “What are you talking about, Samantha?”
She took a deep breath, her face hardening. “I was the one who set you up at the warehouse.”
Thomas’s fists clenched tightly on the bed sheets as Samantha’s words hit him like a blow. His mind reeled, trying to process her confession — her admission that she had orchestrated his setup at the warehouse. The shock threatened to overwhelm him.
“You… you’re behind it?” he managed, voice trembling, eyes narrowing in disbelief. “You set me up? Why?”
She stepped back slightly, her face cold an
