specifically warned me against unnecessary exhaustion.
Still, Daniel bought the tickets.
At the station, I discovered what he had conveniently failed to mention.
He and his sister, Vanessa, had first-class sleeper seats.
My ticket was coach.
Worse, the train was oversold.
There was nowhere to sit.
I stared at Daniel. “You knew?”
Vanessa settled into her wide leather seat and laughed.
“Oh, don’t be dramatic, Claire. Somebody will get off eventually.”
Daniel shrugged.
“You’re pregnant, not disabled.”
For the first six hours, I stood between luggage racks, gripping a metal
