Once everything was prepared, I finally took out my phone to call Sarah. When she heard I was coming, she immediately said she had the next day off and would wait for me at the station.
The following morning, Michael and Emily carried my bags to the station and saw me off. Emily even slipped a hand warmer into my palm.
“Mom, it’s cold outside. This will keep your hands warm.”
“Please let me know once you arrive safely.”
I nodded and boarded the train. Two hours later, I finally arrived in New York City.
As soon as I walked out of the station, a light rain started falling. A cold wind, mixed with raindrops, slipped into my collar, making me instinctively hunch my shoulders.
I gripped the hand warmer, eyes fixed on the exit, afraid I might miss Sarah.
Half an hour passed after our agreed time, yet she still hadn’t shown up.
Another half hour went by, and the rain grew heavier. My pants and shoes were soaked, and the hand warmer had almost gone cold. Anxiously, I pulled out my phone and dialed Sarah again and again.
She finally picked up on the twelfth call.