January 14, 2025 — Back Road, Somewhere Outside Pine Ridge
The cold didn’t arrive politely. It slammed down.
I was six days postpartum, still moving like my body wasn’t fully mine. Our newborn was strapped to my chest under my coat, his little breath barely warm against my skin.
We left after sunset. No plans, no destination—just him driving, jaw tight, radio off.
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