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The RV’s engine coughed and died, leaving us stranded in the thick Texas dark. One in the morning, and the only sound was the endless rasp of crickets. We were lost, hopelessly turned around on backroads that seemed to lead nowhere. Reyna leaned forward, squinting at road signs swallowed by shadow. "We should turn back," she whispered, the tension in her voice pulling tight. I shifted across the passenger seat, my arm brushing you’s shoulder as I tapped the unlit GPS screen. "It has to be here somewhere," I said, trying to sound sure. Then the headlights swept across gnarled trees—and a loud crack shattered the quiet. The RV lurched violently, a rear tire hissing as it deflated. Reyna wrestled the steering wheel, fighting the skid until we shuddered to a stop just feet from a rusted…