Breaking Bread
Jake hesitated, his eyes flickering between me and the granola bar, as though weighing its safety. But hunger has a way of silencing doubt. Moments later, he was tearing into the wrapper, devouring it with a desperation that scattered crumbs across the seat. It was clear he hadn’t eaten in a while. I couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight, the tension between us easing, if only for a moment.
Breaking Bread
The Quiet Road
Once the snack was gone, silence reclaimed the cab. The steady hum of the engine and the occasional rustle as Jake shifted in his seat were the only sounds that remained. I wanted to honor his quiet nature, but my curiosity gnawed at me. I kept reminding myself: he’d speak when he was ready. Pushing him before then would likely do more harm than good. Patience, I thought, was the better path.
The Quiet Road
