Elliot’s grip tightened involuntarily around Vanessa’s wrist.
Naomi’s voice was steady. Measured. Controlled.
“I imagine by now you’re feeling very comfortable,” she continued. “Standing there, holding her hand, thinking this is the part where everything finally belongs to you.”
Vanessa slowly tried to pull her hand away.
Elliot didn’t let go.
Naomi tilted her head slightly, her eyes never leaving the camera.
“You always did like shortcuts, Elliot. The easy way out. The version of the story where you win.”
A pause.
Then, softer:
“But you never understood me well enough to realize… I don’t leave things unfinished.”
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