Chapter Twenty Five – Decisions
Stan leaned against the wall at the train station, his arms folded across his dark blue sweater, his feet crossed at the ankles. To look at him you would think he was a cool, handsome guy, and never guess the turmoil that was consuming him. Having not slept till Haley had set off for the train from Durham, he grabbed a couple of hours before he high tailed it to the station excited to see her.
As the pungent smell of diesel filled the air, the chatter of commuters was drowned out by the screeching of the approaching train's brakes. The inevitable push of passengers jostling for their position to jump on the train began. Stan watched and waited for the doors to open. As the people began to stream out of the train, he kept his eyes peeled, watching for Hal
