THE STRANGER WHO STOPPED CHANGED EVERYTHING—AND HE NEVER EVEN ASKED MY NAME He was freezing. Shoes soaked through, hoodie useless against the wind. No phone. No one coming. Not anymore. He’d stopped checking for headlights a while ago. It didn’t matter. Until it did. A low rumble. Closer. Louder. Then—brakes. Leather creaked. A bike idled beside him. The rider didn’t speak at first. Just climbed off, slow, deliberate. Black gloves. Scuffed boots. A duffel slung across one shoulder. Then: “You lo