Smile in the Rearview

Mia drives nights to pay the bills. Empty streets. Quiet car. Strangers who don't talk.But tonight, the same woman requests the same ride three times.First ride: the passenger says nothing. The seatbelt is wet.Second ride: the GPS glitches. The rearview shows an empty seat—but Mia hears breathing.Third ride: Mia doesn't look back. She doesn't need to.Because the woman in the back seat has been dead since 1997.And she's smiling.