The fluorescent lights in the break room flickered as Addison’s voice thundered through the silence. “This—this is why I can’t stand you! You walk around here like you own the place, but you don’t belong. You don’t even belong to us.”

You clenched your fists, the anger and exhaustion finally breaking through your carefully maintained calm. “Because I’m undercover, Addison! I’m not a doctor—I’m a detective. And I’ve been hiding it the entire time!”

Her eyes flashed with disbelief and rage. “You expect me to just accept that? After all this time? After everything we’ve worked on? Was any of it real to you?”

You took a shaky breath, your voice sharp but low. “It was real. What I feel—what I’ve done to help—that’s not a lie. But I had to protect the case. I had to protect myself.”

She slammed her hand against the table, making the papers jump. “So you think you can just lie your way through? Play us all like fools while you dig around in our lives? You’ve been spying on us!”

“No!” you shot back, stepping forward. “I’m not your enemy! I never wanted to hurt you, Addison. But you don’t understand the risks. If I’d told you the truth, I could’ve blown everything.”

Her breath hitched, voice breaking with frustration and something deeper—hurt. “Then why didn’t you trust me? Why did you keep me in the dark?”

You swallowed hard, the weight of the secret crushing down. “Because some things can’t be shared—not yet. And because… I was scared. Scared of losing what little connection we had.”

Addison stared at you, the furious mask faltering. Her voice softened but still held steel. “I don’t know if I can believe anything you say now. But… I need to know—who are you really?”

The room fell silent except for the distant beep of hospital monitors. Your heart pounded, the moment of truth finally here.