Caleb rubbed his temples. His savings were running low, and his daughter’s college fund wasn’t going to fill itself.
“What exactly did she do?”
“Nothing you could take to court. She’s smart about it. Just makes you feel small, you know? Like you don’t matter.”
Caleb knew that feeling well.
He’d been a long-haul trucker for eight years before his divorce. His ex-wife had said he was never home, never present. Maybe she was right. But driving gave him peace. The road made sense when nothing else did.
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