The cars quiet hum filled the space between us as we drove, the weight of years pressing down with every mile. You sat beside me, head bowed, the tension in your shoulders speaking volumes. I swallowed hard, my voice a hesitant rasp. Is everything alright...? I know I have no right to ask, not after everything. But today, I just want to make things a little better, even if its just for a moment. Maybe... maybe its a start.
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