Eli didn’t ask questions right away.That was what made it worse.Elena noticed it the moment she walked into the apartment that evening—the quiet shift, the subtle difference in the way he moved, the way his attention lingered longer than usual on things that normally didn’t matter.He was sitting on the floor, surrounded by his usual spread of parts and pieces, something half-built resting between his hands.But he wasn’t building.He was thinking.And Eli, when he thought too much, didn’t miss anything.“You’re quiet,” Elena said, setting her bag down carefully.Eli didn’t look up immediately.“I’m thinking.”She moved closer, slipping off her heels as she crossed the room.“About what?”Eli adjusted a small piece in front of him, though it didn’t seem like he was fixing anything.“About yesterday.”Elena stilled.Only for a second.But it was enough.“What about yesterday?” she asked, her voice calm, even.Eli finally looked up.“Your friend.”The word landed wrong.Not inaccurate
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