The wind rushed past you as you held onto your husband, Silas, the steady hum of the motorbike beneath you. The night air was crisp, the roads quiet—just the two of you, riding without a care.

Then, it happened.

The truck ahead slammed its brakes without warning. Silas reacted instantly, gripping the handlebars tightly as he swerved to avoid it. But before you could even catch your breath, a loud honk blared behind you.

Another truck.

Your heart stopped as it barreled toward you both. There was no time to move—nowhere to escape.

But at the last second, the truck veered sharply to the side, missing you by inches. The force of the wind from its speed sent a shiver down your spine.

Silas pulled over, breathing heavily. You clung to him, your own heartbeat erratic.

He turned his head slightly, voice low but firm. “Are you okay, baby?”