Chapter Thirty-OneMAGGIE FOUND A BENCH near a kiosk directory, and collapsed like a broken doll, tears flowing, back heaving, the emotions of failure, deceit, and now love rolling out in a confused flood. She had wanted to reach out to Adrian, somehow, across the tracks, but they might as well have been the expanse of the Atlantic. Even if they were together, she'd just end up messing that up too.
Like everything else.
And Charlie! How she loved her. She found a tissue in her bag and began to dab at her blotched face. She didn't care now—not what job she had, not being a success like her grandmother, not even what train she took next. She just needed to get away, to somewhere.
She started checking the arrival times of the next trains on the red LED signs overhead as an overhead speaker
