VIOLET SWAN.

BUS TERMINAL

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I’m in line at the ticket counter, my wallet clenched in my hand. The air smells like stale coffee and desperation. I’ve been here a while, staring at the departure board, carrying the weight of betrayal and fear. My cell phone—on silent this whole time—vibrates against my hip. I pull it out. Aarón. I reject the call immediately, feeling a sharp twist of pain and relief. It’s better this way.

I’m about to step forw