The first train to Midtown sits at the station, idling quietly. I take a seat in an empty car. Outside, the early rays of sunlight welcome the day, pushing aside a curtain of pinks and purples. I close my eyes, hoping to sleep through the ride; movement makes me ill…
A little over two days ago, police officially deemed my sister a missing person. Hours drag while answers remain elusive, Scarlett’s disappearance surrounded by question marks and dead ends. Uncertainty gnaws at my insides and robs me of sleep. My fingers slide over paper, weathered edges taunt me. Useless…
The click of the door as it opens makes me cringe; sunlight slices through darkness, a well-sharpened knife administering a thousand cuts. The outside air suffocates, pressing deep into my lungs and knotting up my stomach. My teeth chatter as if it’s cold, but it’s not…