Man Inherits Uncle’s Truck, Then His Aunt Tells Him This

Entering a safehaven

The café’s neon sign finally appeared, glowing in the distance like a beacon. Mark breathed out. He pushed open the door and scanned the room. It felt warm. Normal. Safe. For the first time since discovering the stash, he relaxed—slightly. Aunt Marcia was already seated, eyes fixed out the window. Her posture was tense. Her fingers curled tightly around her mug.