Three Hundred Miles Too Late
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Summary
My mother was critically ill, and I drove five hundred miles back to my hometown alone.
At a rest stop, I saw a video online.
A young man had posted: "First day driving long-distance as a nervous beginner. My ex followed me for three hundred miles, all the way until I got home safely."
In the video, a familiar black Mercedes followed a white car the entire way.
The top comment came from a burner account: "I'm the driver's ex. No other meaning. I just couldn't stop worrying.
"He's timid, but always tries to act brave. I was afraid something would happen to him.
