The sun was low in the sky, painting the countryside in a warm, golden light as Jacob Hartley drove along the empty highway. His old pickup car made a steady, soothing rumble beneath him, the engine’s gentle hum filling the cabin with a comforting noise. Jacob was in no rush; the day felt unusually serene, as if time itself had slowed down just for him.
He took pleasure in the quiet, enjoying the rare opportunity to bask in the calm and solitude of the afternoon. Jacob was a man who found contentment in the simple things in life. As a mechanic by profession, he took pleasure in the steady rhythm of his work, spending his days in the small town of Rosewood, where the sense of community was strong and familiar.