Whom Can I Trust?
誰を信じれば
For two days, Mira carried the secret like a stone in her chest.
She needed one person whom she could truly .
Peter Lang had sat beside her for four years without a single .
Over coffee, she told him carefully about the missing payment.
She said that a large sum had left the agency without any record.
Peter listened, but his face changed in a way she did not like.
He claimed that she had probably an ordinary report.
He said that tired analysts often saw patterns which were not real.
If she trusted him completely, she would feel calmer at once.
Instead, a small grew quietly inside her mind.
Peter asked her whether she had shown the file to anyone else.
He wanted to know exactly where she had kept her notes.
These were strange questions for a worried friend to ask.
If Peter were truly , he would not fear a simple mistake.
He told her that she should forget the whole for her own .
"Some doors," he said quietly, "are safer if you never open them."
Mira thanked him and pretended that his words had calmed her.
But as she left, she noticed a man reading the same newspaper again.
She had seen that grey coat outside her building that morning.
If she were being followed, then her fears were not .
Every friendly face now seemed to hide a second, colder face.
She could no longer tell who was a and who was a .
That night, she wrote a list of everyone who knew about the file.
The list was short, yet each name filled her with .
If she told the wrong person, she would lose her only chance.
Mira understood that had become the most dangerous thing she owned.