train crossed Pennsylvania, his company email had been suspended.
He called twelve times.
I answered the thirteenth.
“What did you do?” he shouted.
I looked at Martin.
Then at my father.
“Nothing yet.”
The train reached Boston at 6:18 the following evening.
I was waiting on the platform.
So was my father.
And Martin.
Daniel stepped down first, wearing the same expensive coat I had bought him for our anniversary.
Vanessa followed, laughing about something.
Then she saw me.
Her smile vanished.
Daniel stopped so suddenly someone bumped into
