stood several feet behind the yellow line while trains moved through the tunnel below.
Her knee still ached in cold weather.
Sudden horns could pull her back into the moment when steel rushed toward her and the person she trusted most watched her fall.
But the platform no longer belonged to that memory alone.
It was also where a stranger jumped after her.
Where an elderly woman refused to look away.
Where a cracked phone kept recording the truth.
Ruth squeezed Madison’s hand before leaving.
Adrian remained beside her as the next train approached.
Madison held Clara securely against her shoulder.
The train thundered past, filling the station with wind.
This time, Madison did not fall.
She stood exactly where she chose to stand.
