It was supposed to be a quick drive home.
Just a short trip from the office to the house after a long, tiring day.
But halfway through the dark stretch of road between Adenta and Madina, the car engine coughed — once, twice — and died completely.
Michael sat there, confused. He tried the ignition again. Nothing.
The car battery had given up.
The street was empty.
No mechanic in sight.
His phone was on 5%.
And the rain had just started to fall.
He thought of calling roadside assistance — but who would come at that hour?
He sat back in his seat, shivering, angry, helpless… praying someone would stop.
But no one did.
For hours, he waited. Horns of passing cars echoed faintly in the distance. His phone finally went off. It was one of those nights you never forget — cold, quiet, and full of regret.
The regret of not being prepared.