He’d looked down the empty tracks, into the open mouth of the subway tunnel. He worried she’d hurt herself, that if he didn’t stop her she’d do something terrible. Now she was gone, and it was he who was hurt: by her absence, by not knowing where she went, by not knowing a sure way to follow.
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