Florian's shoulders stiffened as Heinz's gaze bore into him, sharp and unrelenting. It was like being stripped bare, every thought, every doubt, laid out for the man to dissect.
"Did you tell anyone where we were going yesterday?"
The question hit him like a cold slap.
Florian's breath caught in his throat. His pulse stuttered.
'Shit. I did.'
His gaze dropped to the floor as his mind raced through the events of the previous day. He hadn't thought much of it at the time—why would he? He trusted those people. They weren't threats. They weren't enemies.
And yet, under Heinz's sharp, knowing stare, an uncomfortable weight pressed down on his chest. It was suffocating.
His fingers twitched.
Finally, he gave a small nod. "Yes…" His voice was quieter than he intended.
'Fuck. I totally forgot he told me not to tell anyone.'
He braced himself.
