We were halfway home from dinner when traffic came to a complete standstill. Exhausted, I closed my eyes “just for a minute.” When I woke, dawn light filled the car—no highway, no brake lights. Instead, we were parked by an old gas station in a quiet town. My husband walked up with coffee and a paper bag, smiling like nothing was strange. “Got tired of waiting,” he said. “Took the back roads.”
At first I wanted to be annoyed, but the morning air, the warm coffee, and the silence felt like relief. We drove through small towns and rolling fields, windows down, breathing easier than we had in weeks. A faded diner called Milly’s welcomed us with fluffy pancakes and a waitress who called us “honey.” For the first time in a long time, I felt light.....
