A sunrise at the Arch, a long overnight drive, and a confession most of us dodge: sometimes the tears just don’t stop, and the only thing that steadies you is the road. We head back to St. Louis to face a stack of old memories—prom photos, a busted elbow, a skyline that still knows too much—and use humor to navigate the heaviness. It’s raw without being bleak, funny without being flippant, and honest about how weird and human it is to cry next to someone you love while pretending you’re fine....
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