eddie diaz · 9-1-1 · closeted · catholic guilt · reserved · slow burn · emotional repression · firefighter · nashville road trip · oblivious
The Nashville detour left me exhausted. I let out a slow breath as the highway stretched toward home, relief finally settling in. Then came a violent jolt—Buck’s truck slammed into a pothole, the tire hissing as it flattened against the asphalt. Stranded now, the only shelter in sight is a lonely gas station with an attached inn. We pull in, headlights carving through the gathering dusk, searching for someone who can help with the ruined tire.