28
Patrick
Snow fell all around me.
It blanketed the world in a clear, crisp white.
It covered the remnants of that fatal argument.
It erased any trace of Morgan’s tire tracks as she’d peeled out of the parking lot.
I couldn’t even comprehend what the hell had just happened. Everything had been going so perfect. Too perfect, but who was I to question it? This was everything I’d never known I always wanted, and I wasn’t going to get off the train. I certainly wasn’t going to jump off the train while it was still moving at full speed. And the aftermath of that conversation felt like hurtling off the train and the searing pain after the fall.
The first snowfall of the year couldn’t have had better timing. Now, I was cold, wet, and freezing inside and out.
I stood there for who knew ho
