For a long second, Ethan just stared, stunned. The station master and the workers who’d rushed over beside him fell silent too. “How did we miss that?” one of the men breathed. Ethan shook his head, disbelief flickering across his face. “We were all focused on the one moving,” he said quietly.
The station master crouched beside him, his voice low. “And with that black fur, it just blended right in with the rail. Like it wasn’t even there.” The realization sent a shiver through Ethan. They’d all been chasing and shouting, so focused on the blur of motion that they’d missed the stillness, the quiet, fragile life lying hidden right beneath it.