Strong hands clamped onto her arms and held her back as the train pulled into the station and hissed to a stop.
“Are you alright, Miss?”
Maggie turned to find a porter eyeing her with a troubled demeanor. She looked blankly at him. “Yes, I’m fine.” She spoke softly. She knew she was not. He released her arms but continued to watch her with concern. She felt as though she were lost.
“Are you sure, Miss?” He searched her face.
She regarded him. “Yes.” She wasn"t herself, and she knew it. The porter had just saved her life. She was suddenly grateful. Only then did she know that a lost part of her still wanted to live. She looked at the porter but couldn"t find the right words. She said only, “Thank you.”
He looked at her, this stranger, and seemed to understand even if she did not. Somet
