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And when the garage door finally opens, and the headlights cut out, I'll sit for just a second longer. Let the silence settle. Let the ride mean what it meant.

Tonight, like so many nights before, I take the wheel and let the engine hum a low, steady tune. Streetlights blur into a strobe of orange and shadow. The radio plays something soft — barely there, like a memory trying to surface. driveu7 home

You're in the passenger seat, asleep. Or pretending to be. Your hand rests on the center console, fingers curled slightly. I don't wake you. Some conversations don't need words. Some drives are just about the quiet between exits. And when the garage door finally opens, and