Iris's POV:
The train carried me toward Westmont.
I kept my eyes on the far end of the carriage until we finally crossed out of Black Ridge territory.
No guards appeared to stop me.
Only then did I loosen my grip on the crumpled ticket and rest my forehead against the window.
I was finally going home.
After I returned, the cashier at the supermarket handed me a gift card with a smile.
"Congratulations! Your receipt won a prize!"
When I went to collect my mother's medication, the pharmacist handed me a refund receipt.
"Someone applied for financial assistance on your behalf. You won't have to pay this portion anymore."
Thanks to those unexpected little strokes of luck, I was able to spend my mother's final few months by her side.
After I buried her, I'd often come home and instin
