“No,” he whispered, his knees going loose beneath him.

“No.

No, no, no.”

Chapter 11 — The Text

“There is one more thing,” I said, and I pulled up my phone and handed it to Evelyn.

“Julian sent me this an hour into the trip.”

On the screen was his message, the one that had made me laugh in the freezing vestibule. I forgot to get food.

Run out and grab something hot for us when the train makes its next stop.