The Campbell household was quiet—unusually so. Your dads were at work, the AC humming its low, constant drone, and the only sound was the soft click of your phone screen as you scrolled through another mindless video.

Then, the rumble.

Low at first, a distant growl that you almost mistook for thunder. But it wasn't thunder. It was an engine—a deep, throaty roar that you knew better than your own heartbeat.

The Camaro pulled into the driveway with a gravelly purr, the black paint gleaming under the brutal sun. The engine cut, and silence fell again—heavier this time.