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As the weight of Emma's revelation settled upon him, Leslie's body seemed to surrender to the weight of the moment. His movements slowed down, almost as if time itself had come to a standstill. He sank back into the chair, his eyes never leaving Emma's gaze.

Their surroundings seemed to fade away as their attention became solely focused on each other. The air grew thick with tension, each passing second feeling like an eternity. The silence hung heavily in the room, the absence of words echoing louder than any sound.

Leslie's disbelief was palpable, his mind struggling to comprehend the reality of the situation.

His eyes, filled with a mix of emotions—surprise, doubt, and perhaps a flicker of hope—remained locked onto Emma's. They were windows into his inner turmoil, revealing a storm of thoughts and questions raging within.

The atmosphere grew hushed, as if the world held its breath, waiting for Leslie's response. Time seemed to stretch, elongating each passing moment, as he grappled