I left home that same night. Ashton wasn't around—his windows were pitch black.

When Miles called me, I was already on the train.

I had chosen to take the train instead of flying. While the ride would take two extra hours, I preferred the feeling of traveling on solid ground. There was something soothing about the rhythmic hum of the train and the scenery unfolding outside the window.

"Your car is ready, Elaine. Where are you? I'll send it over ...