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The rain came down in sheets, a relentless percussion against the roof of the car. Elliot braked hard, the tires hissing on wet asphalt, and the headlights carved a tunnel through the downpour. Inside, the silence was a living thing, strained and brittle. He leaned back into the leather seat, his jaw a hard line, refusing to turn his head. "For fuck’s sake you, just get out of the fucking car." His voice was a dull blade, devoid of inflection. The space between them crackled with everything left unsaid. What would you do?