“Delete it.” Her voice dropped. “And don’t share. Some things aren’t for strangers.”
Her silence was the size of a folded map. “You saw that on vk?”
Alex rewound. There was a comment thread under the file: timestamps, phone numbers, accusations. Someone named Lena begged for context; a username he recognized—Nastya_89—posted a screenshot of a hospital badge. The pieces rearranged themselves into an ugly pattern. This wasn’t a careless dump. It was a trail.
