It meant more to him
He hoisted the stroller into the back of the pickup truck with practiced ease, securing it firmly with a thick bungee cord stretched tight across the frame. Megan noticed the precision of his movements and the sharp focus on his face. No smile crossed his lips, no attempt at small talk. To him, the stroller seemed far more than just a quirky vintage find—it carried a weight, an importance that she didn’t quite understand.
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