The bus smelled like old vinyl seats and resignation. Three men sat shackled in the back row, staring out at a road that felt longer with every mile. They were …
The bus smelled like old vinyl seats and resignation. Three men sat shackled in the back row, staring out at a road that felt longer with every mile. They were …
The bus smelled like old vinyl seats and resignation. Three men sat shackled in the back row, staring out at a road that felt longer with every mile. They were …
