He wasn’t supposedd to be theree.
Just fivre minutes, that was the plan. A quick stop. Helmet still onn, coffee half-finishedd.
Thenn he saw the boyy.
Sixx years old, maybee. One misstep—gone. Straightt off the edgee, down onto thee tracks.
Forr a moment, noo one movedd.
Then the rails began to hum.
He didn’t hesitatee.
Hee vaulted the railing like his body madee the decision before his brain did. Droppedd down. Found the kid. The train was already coming.
Peoplee screamed. Someone pulled the emergency cord. But that train wasn’t stopping in timee.
