Please read the post below this first, as this is the last three chapters of the book. CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Is This the Train to St. Louis? The departure board at Chicago Union Station flickered beneath the soot-stained skylights, its split-flap letters rattling with a dry, mechanical chatter that felt older than the terminal itself. AMTRAK 303 — LINCOLN SERVICE — SOUTHBOUND TO ST. LOUIS — ON TIME. Dolly stood near Gate 36, her shoulder bag heavy with three days of dead silence. Her phone screen showed sixteen outgoing calls, every single one ending in four flat, rhythmic rings before collapsing into voicemail. But it was the final text message that made the skin along her neck prickle with cold—the one she had sent forty-eight hours ago, still pinned at the bottom of the thread: I’m coming to you. I’m leaving tomorrow. He had never replied. No typing dots, no delivery notice, not even the briefest flicker of acknowledgement. Hers had been the last text, left to hang in the s...