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No one in the cluster of commuters said anything to us as we walked up the subway tunnel and climbed onto the platform. A wide half-circle formed around us, like everyone wanted to be able to keep us in their peripheral vision, but with at least ten feet between our pack and them. If anybody thought it was weird that I was carrying a silent child while surrounded by b****y homeless people, no one cared enough to try and save the boy from the potential serial killer that was me.
We got on the train, and I sat with the boy on my lap. I watched the patches of darkness and light race past as we moved uptown.
A nagging thought tickled the back of my brain, refusing to leave me alone as the doors dinged open at each new stop and a fresh set of people saw us and said nothing.
The commuters
