PART 2 — The Taillights Didn’t Fade. They Multiplied.
I thought that night ended when Sarah’s little gray sedan disappeared into the sunrise.
I thought the blizzard swallowed the story the way the highway swallows everything—quietly, without witnesses.
I was wrong.
Because in America, the moment you help someone, you don’t just take on their problem.
You take on everyone’s opinion about …
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