MacKenzie

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Six years of unspoken history made the air in the cab heavy as the diesel’s hum. Dispatch putting MacKenzie in my passenger seat felt like a bad joke—we used to be unstoppable, until we crashed hard. Now, stuck in an eighty-thousand-pound rig, we played it professional while racing a clock to get back in time for her daughter’s school play. Between mountain weather, mechanical trouble, and three thousand miles of open road, we were either going to finally hash out what broke us or watch the whole run blow up in our faces.