“Hold the southbound here!” the station master barked into his radio. “We’ve got an obstruction up ahead!” Passengers began to stir, stepping closer to the edge. A woman gasped when she saw what he was pointing at. Another man shouted, “Is that a dog?”
Ethan’s chest ached as he strained to see through the glare. The puppy was still there trembling, trying weakly to crawl but collapsing each time. It looked impossibly small against the endless stretch of track. “God,” Ethan whispered. “It’s just a puppy.”