Henri doesn't have to say another word.

Catarina simply rises from the bus stop bench and walks toward the car with hesitant steps.

The moment she opens the door and gets in, she takes a deep breath, trying to regain some control over herself. She sits in silence, waiting for him to say something—anything kind—even though, deep down, she knows she may be expecting too much.

But Henri says nothing.

He simply pulls away, cutting through the night with the same coldness hanging between them.

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