The Shared Nod
From my spot, I noticed the trucker sharing a silent moment with Bill. An unspoken understanding passed between them—one that seemed to elude everyone else.
Bill nodded in return, smiling slightly. It was a nod that hinted at a shared history, some mutual respect that didn’t require words.
The scene bewildered me further, deepening the mystery. Whatever was about to unfold, it seemed certain that the trucker was not a man to overlook.