Calm before the storm
Driving home, Megan finally let herself relax. The familiar streets rolled by outside her window, golden sunlight flickering gently through tree branches that swayed in the breeze. She hummed softly along with the radio, her fingers tapping the steering wheel to the rhythm. The stroller had served its time, she thought. It had carried her son when he was small, and now, in a way, it was carrying her forward into something new.
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