I was driving to my older sister’s house with a trunk full of homemade chicken soup, fresh bread still warm from the oven, and a birthday present I’d spent weeks searching for.
The windows were cracked open.
My favorite playlist was on the radio.
The mountains looked beautiful beneath a bright blue sky.
It felt like one of those rare mornings when everything in life seemed perfectly ordinary—and perfectly right.
Then my steering wheel pulled sharply to the right.
At first I thought the road was uneven.
A few seconds later, I heard the unmistakable sound.
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