Chapter 65
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Not long after, a white, medium-sized RV pulled up behind the pickup truck. When it came to a stop, the driver switched on the hazard lights. While parking on the highway, especially in heavy rain, is against traffic regulations, in the desolate stretches of Texas, where a vehicle might not pass for hours, the rules were more flexible.
Honk! Honk! The sound of a car horn pierced the rain. A young boy leaned out of the RV's window, waving enthusiastically.
"Hey guys! Did your car break down? Need some help?" he shouted over the storm.
Inside the RV, several girls poked their heads out through the windows, shielding themselves from the rain and curiously peeking over at the pickup truck.
"Wow, what a nice group of people," Pietro muttered to himself, his eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and appreciation. Having been a wanderer for much of his life and later enduring harsh experiences at the experimental base, he understood the risks of stopping to help strangers in a remote area, especially in this weather.
Yet, the boy had done just that. There was no malice in his voice or actions, and Pietro, with his heightened awareness, could sense the boy's genuine kindness.
That kind of goodness shouldn't just vanish in a place like this, Pietro thought, a cold light flashing briefly in his eyes.