The woman’s blood turned cold.
“I… I think you have the wrong person.”
The man slowly lifted his head.
Her breath disappeared.
Because she knew him.
Impossible.
No.
No, no, no.
Three years ago, her fiancé had died in a car accident on a rainy night.
She had seen the funeral.
She had cried over his grave.
Yet those eyes…
those same eyes stared back at her.
Tears filled hers instantly.
“David…?”
Passengers around them stared in confusion.
The man smiled softly.
“No.”
Her entire body froze.
“No?”
He leaned closer.
“I’ve been sitting in this seat every night…”
The lights flickered again.
“…waiting for the person who caused the accident.”
The woman’s face lost all color.
Suddenly memories crashed into her mind.
That night.
That road.
Her texting while driving.
The headlights.
The scream.
The train began slowing down.
A voice echoed through the speakers:
“Last stop.”
But the passengers looked terrified.
Because the train had never stopped there before.
