CHAPTER TWENTY
Riley heard a woman’s voice, but she couldn’t understand the words that echoed weirdly all around her.
Who is that? she wondered. What does she want?
Whoever it was, she sounded as if she had something direly important to say to Riley.
Riley almost asked aloud …
“Speak more clearly. I can’t understand you.”
But she felt too groggy to speak and too stiff to move. She ached all over and her head was tilted back, resting on something hard.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring upward at an ornate ceiling that arched high above her head.
The train station, she realized.
She was sitting on a bench in Union Station in DC with her go-bag and handbag clutched in her lap. The woman’s voice she heard was broadcasting announcements about train departure and arrival tim
