The cold seeped in deeper, and I could feel it in my bones now.
It was no longer just a discomfort but a pressing chill that demanded attention.
I shifted in the driver’s seat, trying to find warmth, but it was elusive.
The motorcycle light grew slightly larger, though still distant.
Every inch it moved forward seemed to take an eternity.
My mind raced with possibilities—who could be out here?
The uncertainty gnawed at me, creating a companion to the physical contractions that gripped my body.
My hand reached for my phone again, a reflexive gesture of hope.
‘No Service’ blinked back at me, a relentless reminder of my isolation.
In that moment, I realized how much I had come to rely on it.
