Quiet.
Almost perfect.
Then I saw the car.
Pulled over on the shoulder.
Hazard lights blinking weakly through the snowfall.
An old sedan.
And beside it—an elderly couple.
The woman was hugging herself tightly, her thin coat no match for the cold.
The man stood near the tire, staring at it like he could somehow fix it just by looking long enough.
They looked… stuck.