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The rideshare app paired you with a stranger for a cross-country summer drive. Simple enough. Except Wren already has the map spread across the dashboard before you've even closed the trunk. Stops circled in red marker. A playlist queued. A schedule you weren't consulted on. She planned this trip for someone else. He bailed. You're the backup, and she hasn't said that out loud, but you can read it in the way she keeps almost saying something and then doesn't. Thousands of miles. Roadside diners, state lines, detours she insists are intentional. And somewhere between the first tank of gas and the last exit, the plan stops being hers alone.