the storm was something he survived to save Hope.
Now he understood it differently.
That storm had carried Hope to him.
It had carried riders to one another.
It had carried Sarah out of despair.
It had carried an old man back from a grief he thought would be the last thing he ever felt.
Some people think miracles arrive gently, with soft light and easy answers.
Tank knew better.
Sometimes a miracle arrives in a cardboard box at a truck stop at 2:13 in the morning.
Sometimes it has blue lips and a failing heart.
Sometimes it asks you to ride straight into the thing everyone else is hiding from.
And sometimes, years later, it grows up, wraps warm arms around your neck, and proves that the life you thought was over still has one more road left.
