Careful not to be noticed, I hovered in the doorway. After that, I followed her around until she arrived at her room. Alternatively, Matilda's room.

The duplicate.

I was committed to gathering information that would support our strategy. Perhaps a breach.

However, I couldn't yet confront her. Rather, I would follow the same route.

pretense.

I knocked and smiled as I cautiously made my way into the room.

With her hands neatly folded and her eyes fixed on an unseen object, she sat at the ...