Weeks later, he was back on the road, the same highway that had nearly killed him. The rain had returned, soft and steady this time, glinting across the asphalt. As he passed mile marker 212, he slowed just a little, watching the guardrail flash by.
Another truck appeared in the opposite lane. It was a similar model with the same hum, tarped and strapped like his had been. For a brief moment, his pulse quickened. Then he breathed out, steady this time. The storm was behind him. He pressed the accelerator and drove on toward clear skies.