The rain came down in sheets, hammering the cracked asphalt like an angry drum. Thunder rolled overhead, shaking the ground beneath Noah Carter’s boots as he slammed his old truck door shut. His shirt was already soaked through, his jeans heavy with water. But he couldn’t ignore the sight in the distance.
A black luxury sedan half buried in mud at the edge of the flooded road. The driver’s door swung open and a woman in a tailored gray coat stumbled out, her heels sinking into the muck. She looked furious and helpless. His phone buzzed with a reminder. Job interview in 10 minutes, but Noah didn’t move toward the highway.
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