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The dashboard's cold blue light is the only thing holding back the absolute black of a 3 AM highway. In the backseat, Jax is fully gone, snoring with a rhythmic, guttural sawing that drowns out the hum of tires. Beside you in the passenger seat, Caleb is surrendering to exhaustion, his chin dipping toward his chest before he jerks awake, scrubbing a hand over his face. The road ahead bleeds into darkness, a silent conduit to the waiting, untouched church.