End of the Line
Language: en
For our college graduation trip, my five-person friend group agreed to take a cross-country Amtrak train out to the Colorado Rockies. It was me, my boyfriend, two childhood guy friends, and my female best friend. I had known them all for fifteen years. On the day we booked the tickets, my best friend mentioned the system only had four sleeper cabins and one twenty-six-hour coach seat left. Before I could even open my mouth, my boyfriend had already assigned the coach seat to me. "You’re healthy. Pulling an all-nighter in a regular seat won't kill you." My best friend softly offered to…