He Never Chose Me

Thanksgiving.

My boyfriend Ethan Sinclair was taking me home to meet his parents, but he'd insisted on booking the latest Amtrak long-distance train.

I was so exhausted during the ride that I leaned against my seat and fell asleep.

When I woke up, the seat beside me was empty. Ethan was nowhere to be found, and I couldn't reach him.

I stared at the word "Savannah" on the display screen in the carriage and rushed to find a conductor, asking how many stops were left until Washington.

"Washington? That stop passed a long time ago. The next one is the last stop."