He just placed the empty cup on the tray table, rested his head gently against the cool glass of the window, and closed his eyes. The train rumbled steadily on. No more kicks came. Not one. As the train came to a halt, passengers began to file out.
Daniel stood, smoothed his coat, and joined the slow procession down the aisle. As he passed the boy’s row, the mother didn’t look at him. Her face was flushed, her jaw tight. She focused on stuffing tissues into a purse that no longer closed properly.