We are tied forever now, the three of us. Bound forever by the story we share. Today, I sit in a different car. And I look ahead. Anything is possible. Because I am not the girl I used to be.
I saw her. I saw her from the train.
I’m not the girl I used to be. I think people can see it on my face.
I’m afraid of myself.
I need to remember. I need to remember.
Haven’t you ever been on a train and wondered about the lives of the people who live near the tracks? The lives you’ve never lived.