The 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.