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At 6:52, Sofia arrived, huffing with two canvas bags. She was a pastry chef at a French bakery in Berkeley, and the bags smelled of proofing dough and dark chocolate. She folded herself into the back seat, arranging her supplies around her like nesting dolls.

For five minutes, they were just four people in the gray morning, holding the silence like a full cup of coffee—carefully, together, not spilling a drop. car pool richmond

First came Darnell. Sharp suit, tired eyes. He worked IT security for a biotech firm in Emeryville, but last night he’d been up until 2 AM patching a server breach. He slid into the front passenger seat without a word, placing a thermos of black coffee between them like a peace offering. At 6:52, Sofia arrived, huffing with two canvas bags

The old Crown Victoria had seen better days, but for Carl, it was a palace. Every morning at 6:47 AM, he pulled his beige barge into the gravel lot behind the abandoned Texaco off I-580 in Richmond. He left the engine running. The heat in the back seat didn't work. For five minutes, they were just four people