The city slid past them in slow motion, a kaleidoscope of neon and streetlamps stretching into long, soft lines of light as Leo navigated the evening traffic. The interior of the car felt remarkably calm—a heavy, peaceful silence that only comes after something difficult has been spoken and finally understood.
Leo glanced at Amelia. Her head was resting lightly against the cool glass of the window, her eyes following the rhythmic blur of the passing streets. A small, genuine smile formed on his lips.
“I was thinking,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the hum of the engine. “We should go out. Right now.”
Amelia turned her head toward him, a look of mild surprise in her tired eyes. “Go out… where?”
“Just to have some fun,” he said, then paused, his expression softening with
