I’ve been hauling freight since I was nineteen. When daycare costs became too much, I buckled my toddler, Micah, into the rig and brought him on the road. He’s two now—sharp, fearless, and already knows how to work a CB radio. Our life is simple: matching neon jackets, peanut butter crackers, and ‘80s songs off-key. But outside Amarillo, things shifted....
