And I don’t know what happens next.
When the officer finally moved back to his car, I sat there for a moment, the engine idling softly, the chill seeping through the windows.
His parting words lingered, “You should talk to someone. Family, maybe.”
But who? And about what?
I had tried to keep my life simple, but it seemed simplicity was a luxury I could no longer afford.
The weight of unknown truths felt heavier than the workday stress I was used to dissolving on these drives.
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