Coast

Breakdown doesn’t build you. It shows you what you already built.

The car died in the left lane.

Three lanes of traffic, everyone moving, and the dash lit up with a warning I’d never seen: catastrophic event, no power, nothing. No engine. No steering assist coming next. Just me, Bella, and a two-ton machine turning into a paperweight at forty miles an hour.

I had maybe four seconds to decide something.

So I decided. I le…