The Road to Silence
He left Virginia Beach before the sun came up, no note, no goodbye. The Ram coughed to life like it, too, wasn’t sure it wanted to make the trip.
In the rearview: a dark condo, an unopened ring box, and a life he could no longer occupy.
Matt Briggs drove north. Then west. Then north again. No map. No contact. Just a growing silence he couldn’t shake—and one mission he couldn’t outrun.
Four months after Bosnia, he wasn’t looking for peace.
He was looking for distance.
Because sometimes the only way to survive is to vanish.
And sometimes, even ghosts need a place to hide.