The trail doesn't always end. Sometimes, it simply fades. It begins on a rain-slick county road, where a lone sedan breathes warm exhaust into the midnight air. The engine hums, the driver’s door hangs open. A radio murmurs between stations, and in the cup holder, coffee is still hot enough to steam. The scene is a perfect snapshot of a moment interrupted, a life paused mid-sentence.
Miles awa...
