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Releasing his grip on her, Brian stepped back, his frustration evident. He rubbed his temples, trying to process the situation. "I told Benjamin you were no good," he muttered, his voice laced with disappointment. "We let you into our home, and you spy on us?" Abigail's pleading posture remained unchanged as tears continued to stream down her face. She desperately wished she could turn back time and undo the mistakes she had made. Her voice quivered with remorse as she spoke, "I am so sorry. If I could do things differently, I would." Brian's initial hope for her innocence began to waver, clouded by a mixture of anger and disappointment. He maintained a stern demeanor as he pressed her for more information. "At least you owe me one thing," he demanded. "What information did you disclose