“THE STRANGER ON THE TRAIN”
CHAPTER 51
AMARA
The train station at midnight smells like rust and bad decisions.
I clutched my duffel bag until the strap bit into my palm, the worn fabric digging into my skin. The ticket machine blinked at me, asking for a destination. And I stared at it like it held all the answers I'd been searching for.
I punched in the farthest city on the list… somewhere I've never been, where no one knew my name and definitely not somewhere the ghost of my engagement ring could find me.
The train was old, it was obvious from the velvet curtains that probably hadn't been replaced the since 90s. The attendant handed me a key with a brass tag and pointed down the down the narrow corridor.
"Last one. Compartment seven."
I nodded weakly and walked towards it. Sta
