She was crying quietly on the subway, and I almost ignored it
People cry on trains all the time in this city—missed bills, breakups, phones dropped onto the tracks. But something about her was different. There were no mascara streaks, no dramatic sobs. Just a trembling kind of grief, the kind you can feel across the space between you. She sat clutching an old paperback, its cover…
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