With the truck grounded, Mara raced home to find Tomas safe on her couch, feet up, eating her snacks. "Where were you?" he asked. She just laughed and cried at once. Noon came and went. Main Street stayed quiet. Her brother was alive, and Tuesday finally stayed put.

But fixing one truck wasn't enough. A second delivery van took the shift. Mara realized she'd only swapped one danger for another. She sprinted toward Main Street and reached the crosswalk just as Tomas stepped off the curb. She yanked him back hard. The van roared past inches away. "I've got you," she gasped. They held on tight. Tuesday was beaten.