A quiet evening becomes restless
It had been one of those long, exhausting days that leave you wishing you could simply teleport home. Claire boarded the evening train with her bag slung over her shoulder, her steps heavy but eager to rest. Outside, the sun was setting, painting the sky with soft streaks of orange and pink. Light filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow on the carriage, as if trying to soothe the weary commuters with its gentle warmth.
Claire found an empty seat and settled in, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. For a moment, she allowed herself to enjoy the silence, the rhythm of the train clattering along the tracks, the passengers' chatter fading.
But then she noticed.
