A State Trooper Helped Us Change a Tire—Then Realized He Knew My Husband from Another Life
We were somewhere along a dusty, sun-scorched highway to Tucson—hot, irritable, and barely speaking after bickering over something as trivial as music—when the car jolted. A flat tire. Of course. Just our luck. We pulled to the shoulder as passing traffic shook the car, dust swirling around us. My husband climbed out to check the…