~ LILLIAN'S POV ~ The exterior was nothing to write home about, the faded black paint had dulled into a weary shade, with scratches all over, it told stories of sun, rain and years of hands that couldn't afford luxury wax. The back bumper bore a strip of peeling tape like a bandage over an old wound. Inside, the car carried pieces of my life. The faint smell of coffee from my shift cups lingered in the upholstery, mixed with the sweetness of strawberry gum that I chewed to stay awake on late drives. The dusty dashboard had a tiny crack, the air conditioner didn't blow as cool as it should, the steering wheel was worn smooth in places where my hands always rested, and the radio only caught two stations both cracking with static, but I didn't mind. Dangling from the rearview mirror was a silver cross, it glinted faintly in the streetlights at night. It wasn't just decoration; it was my anchor, my quiet reminder that even in the hardest days, God still watched over me. I glanc
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