After almost two years of wandering through the city\u2019s shadowy streets, Zora felt she had become quite the expert on late-night rides. She had transported home lively bachelorette parties, tired students rushing to study for exams, and business folks struggling with their briefcases after a few too many martinis. She was familiar with the pulse of the midnight streets and the uneasy quiet that lingered before dawn more than anyone else, and she had become skilled at sensing a passenger\u2019s mood even before they slipped into the back seat.<\/p>\n
On that brisk November evening, Zora\u2019s aging taxi smoothly navigated the almost deserted streets. A light drizzle settled on the windshield, while the glow of far-off neon signs shimmered in the shallow puddles below. The baby kicked once more, little limbs pushing against her ribs. At eight months pregnant, spending hours in that driver\u2019s seat was turning into quite the challenge. But Zora really needed those tips\u2014her bills weren\u2019t going to pay themselves. Not now, especially not after the chaos her ex had created.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust a few more hours,\u201d she whispered, gently caressing the curve of her belly. \u201cAfter that, we\u2019ll head back home to Smokey.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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