Seven Days to Forget
I asked him gently, "Sir, do we know each other?"
Jason looked at me, stunned. Then, he looked at the happy family of three.
After a long moment, he said dryly, "No, we don't."
Then, he turned around and left.
My husband and I looked at each other in confusion.
Jason died three days later. He passed away at the train station.
His body cowered in a ball. He did not enter the station, neither did he buy a ticket. No one knew where he wanted to go or where he came from.