Then I remembered that Kyle had borrowed an old phone that morning and kept it in my jacket pocket. It had almost no battery, but a message appeared before the screen went off.
Don’t be angry. It’s just a channel joke. We’ll be back later. Quiet.
His brothers had a channel of online jokes and longed to become famous. Kyle wanted his approval so much that he turned his wife into a show.
I made my decision before the phone went out completely.
I wouldn’t expect them.
I’d disappear.
A van entered the station. A tired woman came down while two children were arguing in the back seat. I approached with caution.
“Excuse me. Do you travel north?”
He looked at me with concern.
“I can take you to the state border. Are you in danger?”
“I need to get out of here.”
