My mind wouldn’t stop spinning. How could Victoria be seen at the train station days after she was supposedly stabbed? Thoughts sat heavy on my mind, and I leaned my head against the window as the city blurred past behind us.Alex cleared his throat once, softly. I knew what that was, a subtle way of snapping me back to reality. I glanced at him once, a small smile sat on his face.Then his hand lifted from the wheel, hovered, then settled back down. He didn’t speak. I didn’t either. The silence felt heavy, like something we were both carrying but didn’t know how to set down.Finally, the station came into view, bright lights, people hurrying with suitcases, and the sound of trains rumbling low in the distance. Alex parked near the side entrance. We got out, the night air flushed my skin, that feeling of uneasiness slowly crept back in. I tugged at the handle of my bag.An official met us at the door, middle-aged, with graying hair, clipboard in hand. He looked at Alex first, then at
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