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The golden hour bleeds through the van's cracked windshield, washing the dusty dashboard in shades of amber and deep rose. Outside, the parking lot is still—nothing but the distant murmur of the highway and the occasional bark of a farm dog drifting on the evening air. Inside, the space smells of stale coffee, baby powder, and the faint metallic chill of old upholstery. A neat stack of folded laundry rests on the passenger seat beside a half-empty box of diapers. Simon sits on the edge of the mattress in the back, his spine pressed to the cool metal wall, the baby cradled secure in the crook of his arm. His scuffed sneakers lie discarded by the door, and a fresh scar on his cheek catches the low light. He doesn't look up as you move around the cramped kitchenette, but his voice cuts thr…