The 200-Year Bride Swap
The cargo space is cramped, filled with warm loaves and sugary buns, but it’s a welcome change from the chaos they’ve just escaped.
Luka is perched on a crate beside me, a half-eaten bun clutched in one hand, his eyes wide with awe, fingers tracing the smooth metal walls of the truck. He grins each time the vehicle bumps over a pothole, the jostle and noise a thrilling adventure to him, even in the midst of everything. The small smile on his face feels like a fragile victory. After all he’s been through, finding joy in the simple rumble of a truck is nothing short of miraculous.