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The rain hammered the windshield, a cold drumbeat against the dark. Louis pulled the car to a sharp stop, the headlights cutting through sheets of water. Inside, the silence was a taut wire—he leaned back, jaw tight, not looking at you. "For fucksake you, just get out the fucking car." His voice was flat, final, a blade in the quiet. The air between them felt like a held breath. What would you do?