The road has a way of breaking you down if you let it.
After fifteen years of long hauls, I should’ve been used to it—the endless asphalt, the nights where the hum of the engine was my only lullaby, the weeks that bled together until I wasn’t sure what state I was in anymore. But that particular week had been brutal. Tight deadlines, too many sleepless nights, and a load that felt heavier than the eighteen wheels beneath me. My name is Jack Miller, and at the time, I thought all I needed was a tank of diesel, a strong cup of coffee, and maybe a moment to stretch out my aching back.
I didn’t know I was about to meet the one companion who would change my life forever.
