For twenty-three years, I had driven the highways most people never noticed. I knew the forgotten exits, the empty stretches of pavement, and the quiet shoulders where a person could vanish before anyone realized they were missing.
But that Thursday evening in September was different.
I was passing through another lonely stretch of road when I saw something lying near the shoulder. At first, I thought it was trash or a piece of broken equipment left behind by another driver.
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