On a freezing platform, with a cruel text message, he did.

Chapter 3 — Run and Grab Something Hot

Fifteen minutes into the journey, I stood in a freezing vestibule between cars while the train rocked beneath my feet and our baby kicked, gently, insistently, against my ribs, as if to remind me that I was not, in fact, alone in that cold.

And then my phone buzzed.

It was a message from Julian. I forgot to get food.

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