The sun had started to sink, but the heat still clung to the Arizona highway like a punishment.
My name is Emily Parker, and that day, I had exactly forty-seven cents in my pocket.
Beside me sat two battered suitcases, one torn cloth bag, and an empty lunchbox my daughter kept opening as if food might magically appear inside.
“Mommy,” Lily whispered, pressing a hand to her stomach. “Is the bus coming soon?”
My throat tightened.
I forced a smile.
“Soon, sweetheart.”
My son, Noah, was seven, old enough to know when I was lying but too kind to say it.
He stood beside me, dusty and exhausted, trying to look brave.
“We can walk,” he said quietly. “I can carry one bag.”
That nearly broke me.
“No,” I whispered. “You’ve done enough.”
We had been waiting for hours on the shoulder of a lonely interstate outside Tucson. Cars passed in flashes of chrome and heat, but none stopped.
Then one finally did.
A black sedan slowed beside us, sleek and polished, completely out of place on that dusty road.
I stepped in front of my children instinctively.
The window lowered.
A man looked out at me.
He was older than me, perhaps early forties, wearing a dark tailored suit despite the heat. His face was calm, serious, unreadable.
“Do you need help?” he asked.
My arms tightened around Lily.
“We’re waiting for the bus.”
His eyes moved down the empty highway.
“There hasn’t been a bus on this route in three days.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“The company shut down service. No drivers. No route.”
For a moment, the world went silent.
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