A quiet ride
The ride back was quiet, filled with unspoken thoughts. The cash in Robert’s truck no longer seemed like a curse—it felt like a bridge between past and future. When they parked, Megan turned firmly to him. “Half. We split it. Beth wanted to help us both.” Robert’s smile cracked with emotion. They unloaded the stroller gently, as if it were sacred, leaving the duffle bag safely tucked away for now.
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