I trip my way down into the underground, fingers fumbling for a token I keep tucked in my phone case for emergencies as I lunge through the turnstile and into the tunnel. The subway arrives, only a few of us boarding. I find a seat in the far end of the car, huddle with my cheek pressed against the window and allow my tears to leak endlessly from my eyes.

I now know why Ruben looked like he wanted to say something. Probably not to warn me. Maybe to call out to Bianca that the ...