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"I know where you’re going," the driver interrupted softly. Elias froze. "I haven't told you yet."

It wasn't a business card. It was a faded photograph of a younger version of the driver, holding a baby girl in front of that very bakery. "I know where you’re going," the driver interrupted softly

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror. His eyes were kind but incredibly tired. "Most people think they choose their destination. But sometimes, the cab chooses for them." "I know where you’re going