ELENAHe stayed frozen like that for what felt like forever. Head bowed, hands white-knuckled on the wheel, the car idling in the middle of the empty road. Minutes dragged by. I didn’t move, didn’t speak, just sat there with my heart hammering, waiting for the shift, for Leka’s cold voice, for everything to go wrong.Then, slowly, he lifted his head.His eyes met mine, softer than I’d ever seen them. Not the sharp intensity from earlier, not the icy blankness I dreaded. Just… soft. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. Voice low, rough, like it hurt to get the words out.I didn’t ask what for. Didn’t push. He was a psycho, after all, certified, card-carrying, dual-personality-edition psycho. As long as Leka stayed buried, I could live with the weirdness.I just nodded, small and careful. “It’s okay.”He exhaled, flexed his fingers on the wheel, and started driving again like nothing had happened.The rest of the ride was quiet, but not the bad kind.We got to the cinema, a private one, of co
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