Justin

Jack Dunn hands me a cup of coffee, lifting it to me in the back seat of his super-cab truck. The truck is about as old as mine, and in equally good shape. “Here you go.” He meets my gaze. “Thanks again for helping us out.”

I look back at the moving trailer we’re pulling.

“What else could I be doing on a Sunday morning?” I say before taking the lid off the coffee. The steam and rich aroma swirl into the air. ...