Heading back
Once Carter had finally delivered the cargo he was hauling, he headed home, completely drained. He collapsed onto the couch, a beer in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, ready to relax after the long drive.
He flicked on the TV, hoping to catch one of his favorite shows. As he switched through the channels, he froze suddenly, nearly choking on a bite of pizza. Something on the screen had caught his eye, and he couldn’t look away.
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