But he was smiling again, that same smirk as before.
The next station was ours.
I became very aware of the distance between my seat and the doors, a dozen steps, maybe fourteen.
I’d never counted before.
The train hissed to a stop.
Marcus and Dev stepped onto the platform as a passenger in front of me paused to lift his suitcase.
The train hissed to a stop.
I waited for him to move, watching the open doorway.
My friends were only a few steps ahead.
The suitcase cleared the aisle. I could smell the cold station air.
I passed his seat.
His hand shot out and caught my forearm.
My friends were only a few steps ahead.
It wasn’t a hard grab, not at first.
His fingers wrapped around my sleeve and just stayed there, warm and heavy.
“Let go of me.”
“Delete it.” His voice was low and flat. “The video. Delete it right now. And apologize.”
