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I didn’t expect anything.
Not a conversation.
Not a connection.
Definitely not… him.
It was supposed to be a smooth, simple ride to the airport. No hiccups. No detours. No real interaction. Just get me from Point A to Point B. No questions. No small talk. No distractions. Just drive. That’s it.
That’s what I told myself when I walked out of my apartment. That’s what I expected when that black truck pulled up.
But then… he got out and everything shifted.
