The Price of a Quiet Meal: A Story of Restrained Power and Rusted Truth Along the Interstates
CHAPTER 1: THE INTRUSION ON FORMICA “You’re sitting in my way, old man,” the voice said, thick with the unearned weight of a small-town lineage that had never been crossed. Marcus did not lift his chin from the steam rising off his ceramic mug. The coffee was bitter, scorched by six hours on a commercial…