Christie

Mom peered at me. “We’re here, Christie.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Yay,” I said dryly.

She heaved a deep sigh and watched me in the rearview mirror. “Are you still in a mood?”

I huffed and looked away. “Can we just go?”

“Christie…”

I got out of the car quickly, and she rushed after me. We were at the train station. It was packed with people dragging luggage; it was the holiday season, after all.

“I told you, it can’t be that bad,” Mom said. “You ...