I Make the Wrong Decision
J fiddled with her slingshot, Jason tapped his foot anxiously, and Daniel stood by the window.
In a moment of lapsed judgment, he reached inside his pocket and checked his mysterious golden pocket watch. I guess he thought we were all too distracted to notice the slight glance he stole at its contents. But he was wrong. As he took his hand from his pocket, he saw me looking at him.
A weird moment passed between us. He didn’t avert his eyes quickly like someone ashamed. I didn’t look away like someone embarrassed. We just held each other’s gaze for a long, hard beat.
The train sped on. Eventually Daniel’s attention moved away from me and back toward the window. I stayed focused on him, though.
I had a lot of enemies on this train—Arian, antagonist soldiers, a
