Five minutes later, Christian's car pulls up in front of the sleek building where Marilena works. The morning light casts a soft glow over the city, and the streets are bustling with the usual energy. Marilena sits quietly in the passenger seat, staring out the window as the hum of the engine fills the silence between them.
Christian glances over at her, noting the quiet sadness still clinging to her, the weight of the past few days still heavy on her shoulders. "Here we are," he says softly, his voice a gentle reminder that they've arrived.
Marilena looks at him, her eyes a little unfocused as she snaps out of her thoughts. "Thanks for the ride," she murmurs, her voice faint. She feels a mixture of gratitude and guilt—grateful for his kindness and for being there for her, but conflicted because of everything that has happened. She doesn't want to drag him into her mess any more than she already has.