Jim pulled his hoodie tighter against the early morning chill as he waited on the porch, the sky just beginning to lighten with dawn. He’d taken to waking up before Rory, slipping out of the house before she could see him. Dreams of her had become a nightly occurrence, leaving him restless and confused by morning. It was easier this way.
A familiar rumble announced Hector’s arrival. The truck’s headlights sliced through the gray, and Jim hurried down the steps to meet him. Hector leaned across to unlock the passenger door, his broad shoulders filling the cab.
“Morning,” Jim said as he climbed in, handing over a crumpled bill for gas money.
Hector nodded, pocketing the cash. “You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.”
“Didn’t,” Jim replied, rubbing his eyes. “Dreams again.”
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