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The woman hesitated, then smiled—small and fragile, like a crack in a dam. “Thank you, Christy.”

The woman gave an address on the south side, near the old industrial district. Christy knew that area. Empty warehouses, a few struggling businesses, and a shelter for domestic violence survivors. christy marks taxi

“Yes.”

They drove in silence for the first ten minutes. The woman stared out the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks of orange and white. Christy didn’t push. She’d learned that silence was its own kind of language. The woman hesitated, then smiled—small and fragile, like

Finally, the woman spoke. “Do you ever pick up the same person twice?” Empty warehouses, a few struggling businesses, and a

She watched the woman walk to the shelter’s door, watched a counselor open it and guide her inside. Then Christy Marks put Mabel back in gear and pulled away into the rain, the city opening up before her like a long, dark road full of passengers who just needed someone to see them, even for a few miles.