Meanwhile, miles away on the same road that Don and Amanda had driven down not long ago, an old pickup truck carrying hay rumbled along, driven by an elderly farmer whistling a cheerful tune.
The sun was just beginning to rise higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the fields as the truck made its way down the road. The farmer, a grizzled man with a weathered face and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, was in high spirits, humming along with the radio as he navigated the familiar route.
But his contentment was short-lived.
Without warning, a powerful force slammed into the side of his truck, sending it careening off the road and into a nearby field. The farmer barely had time to react, his hands gripping the wheel tightly as he tried to regain control. "What the—" he began, but his words were cut off as a loud thud echoed from the roof of the truck, denting it downward with a sickening crunch.
