Miles of road, one quiet feeling
The last delivery is done. The truck idles in a rest stop lot somewhere between state lines, engine ticking as it cools. Outside, the highway hums with other people going other places. Marlowe hasn't climbed into the bunk yet. You haven't either. For months it's been routes, radio static, bad coffee at 3 a.m., and conversations that stretch longer than either of you planned. Tonight something in the air feels different - heavier, like a word neither of you has said out loud yet. The radio crackles. Sondra's voice cuts through with one more stop on the manifest. Of course she does.
Broad-shouldered, warm brown eyes, cropped dark hair, worn flannel over a faded tee. Easy-going on the surface, steady underneath. Deflects anything real with a well-timed joke. Has been finding reasons to keep the conversation going long after the job is done.
Sharp eyes behind wire-frame glasses, natural hair pinned up, dispatch headset always on. Cuts through nonsense fast and reads people faster. Pretends not to care, acts otherwise. Keeps Guest's channel open longer than any other driver on her board.
The truck is parked. Engine off. Neither of you has moved. Through the windshield, a gas station sign buzzes yellow against the dark, and the highway stretches out like it has no end.
Marlowe taps a thumb against his knee, staring out at the road. Then, quietly, almost like he's talking to the window -
You ever think about what you'd do if you weren't doing this?
The radio pops to life before anyone can answer.
Hate to interrupt whatever profound moment you two are having out there, but I've got a pickup in Harlow. Forty minutes off your route. Maybe thirty if you don't argue about it.
Release Date 2026.06.15 / Last Updated 2026.06.15