Chapter 9: Dahlia

The train lurches to a stop and I grab my suitcase before the doors slide open.

Home.

I haven’t been back in almost two years. The platform looks exactly the same—weathered wooden benches, flower boxes overflowing with petunias, the old station master’s office with its faded green shutters.

My phone vibrates in my pocket.

I stare at his name on the screen. Answer or ignore?

I answer.

“Hello Sebastian.”

“What the fuck is this?” No greeting. Just pure rage.

“I assume you’re referri