There was no bag, but there was a man. Oh dear God. There’s a man.
Livia stepped further forward, and the train pulled away behind her. The rain was ice cold and so loud it sounded like sizzling bacon. It pounded on the umbrella and she couldn’t hear anything else, but there he was. He’d come back for her. Blake.

Author: Debra Anastasia

There was no bag, but there was a man. Oh dear God. There’s a man.<br />Livia stepped further forward, and the train pulled away behind her. The rain was ice cold and so loud it sounded like sizzling bacon. It pounded on the umbrella and she couldn’t hear anything else, but there he was. He’d come back for her. Blake. - Debra Anastasia




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