Left Outside the Frame
Language: en
The night before our post-graduation trip, we managed to secure only six express rail tickets. Seven people. Six seats. The odd one out would have to ride the overnight regional train—seventeen hours on a stiff, unpadded bench. Eli, terrified that an open conversation might bruise feelings, posted an anonymous poll in our group chat instead. "Who is best suited to take the overnight train?" I hesitated for a long time, staring at the glowing blue screen of my phone, before finally tapping my own name. Two weeks ago, my parents had brought Daisy home. She was the daughter they had given…