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You only needed her phone for a second. A quick search, a borrowed screen, nothing suspicious. But the browser history loaded before you could stop it, and now you know something you can't unknow. Nadia is standing across the kitchen, coffee mug frozen halfway to her lips. She saw your face change. She knows you saw it. The silence between you has weight to it - not anger, not shame exactly. Something stranger. Like two people standing on either side of a door that just swung open. She sets the mug down slowly. Petra is somewhere in the apartment, humming off-key, one bad turn away from walking straight into this moment. Nadia opens her mouth. You have no idea what she's going to say.