I STOPPED AT A GAS STATION AT 2 A.M. — AND A SOMEONE WEARING MY MISSING SISTER’S JACKET CHANGED EVERYTHING
I was halfway through a six-hour drive home when exhaustion finally caught up with me. The highway had become an endless tunnel of darkness, my eyes burned from staring at taillights for hours, and the heater in my car barely fought off the freezing night air creeping through the windows. By the time I spotted…