Brody looked down at the piece of paper. It was just his luck that they were on opposite sides of the station. He had a fifty-fifty chance of picking the right one. A feeling of hopelessness settled over him and he looked at the girl with pleading eyes. “I don’t suppose you could tell me which train she’s on if I give you her name?”
“I’m sorry, sir, we can’t give out that information.”
The girl behind the desk felt sorry for him. He could tell by the way she looked at him. Suddenly, Brody felt bad for the way he’d snapped at her. “I’m sorry. Thank you for your help.”
“Sir,” the girl whispered, and motioned for him to come closer. “I can’t tell you what train she’s on, but I can tell you that the train departing from platform D is an express to New York City. If she’s traveling directly to New York, chances are she’d be on that one.”
“You’re a doll,” Brody replied, and ran off in the direction of Platform D. He’d never traveled by train and had to rely solely on the signs marked out with bold green letters to point him in the right direction. All around him people hurried off in different directions and the sound of trains blowing their whistles echoed loudly throughout the cavernous building.
A stitch in his side caused him to slow his pace, but he’d made it. Above him, a sign painted with a large letter D hung overhead. The only thing separating them now was the staircase leading up to the platform. Breathless, he took the stairs two at a time.
Brody reached the top of the stairs and rounded the corner, but the sight before him caused his heart to sink and rip in two. The only thing that greeted him was an empty platform and a large digital sign that hung from the wall opposite to where he stood. The time—5:04pm—flashed across it in big red numbers.
He was too late. He’d missed the one and only chance he had at stopping the woman he loved from making the biggest mistake of her life. Avery and Parker belonged in Boston with him, not in some cold, unforgiving city like New York. Brody did the only thing he could think of and reached for his phone. After dialing a succession of numbers, the phone rang three times and a familiar female voice answered. “Chastity,” Brody started, but a lump in his throat caused him to choke on his own words. “I’ve lost her for good.”
~Other Books by Everly Drummond~
Inked (Short Story)
City of the Damned series:
Marked
Hellfire
Unforeseen
Forbidden
Betrayed (Coming Soon)
The Winemaker’s Dinner Trilogy:
Appetizers
Entrée
No Reservations (Prequel)
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