The sirens broke the rhythm of an ordinary morning, forcing traffic to a standstill and drawing attention to a stretch of highway already known for close calls. What had been a routine commute shifted abruptly into something heavier, quieter. Drivers waited in their cars, aware that something serious had happened, even before details were known. The woman was 33 years old. She had set out as countless others did, expecting nothing more than another workday. Instead, her vehicle collided with a large truck, and within seconds, the ordinary markers of morning—headlights, lane lines, the steady flow of traffic—were replaced by...
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