I couldn’t calm down. Every noise seemed suspicious, every detail — a clue.

That evening Alex acted as if nothing had happened: joked, asked what was for dinner, talked about trivial things. Only his eyes were different — cold, alert.

At night he talked on the phone in the kitchen for a long time. I quietly approached the door.
— Yes, everything under control… No, she knows nothing — he whispered.

When I entered, he abruptly ended the call.
— Who were you talking to? — I asked.
— A client. Work problems.

The next morning he was gone. On the pillow, a short note:
“Do not call. I will explain everything when I can.”

Phone — out of range.

Several days passed. I had almost resigned myself to his absence. And one evening, I heard knocking at the door. My heart raced.

Alex entered. In work uniform, with a bag, as if nothing had happened. He sat across from me, eyes calm but tense.

— Laura… — he began quietly. — I shouldn’t have told you this.

— But where did you disappear to? Why did you lie about the trip? — I asked, holding back a tremble.

He sighed.
— I don’t just do routine routes. These aren’t normal trips. I have special assignments. Confidential. I… am like an agent, only for the company. And this… concerns all of us. Your peace of mind, our future. I didn’t want you to know yet.

I looked at him, trying to discern the truth. Everything felt both real and incredible.

— You mean… secret missions? — I whispered.

He nodded.
— Yes.

We sat in silence. One thing was certain: the world I knew had changed forever.