Chapter 12
The tendons in Karl's forearm ached from holding on so tightly, but he could only force himself to relax for a few minutes at a time. He'd made the trolley ride from the hectic train station to his old neighborhood hundreds of times. He knew every stop, every turn. The journey had never taken as long as today.
Over and over again, he stepped down, let others get on or off, and stepped back up so he could be close to the exit. He wasn't sure if being a few steps closer was going to make a bit of difference by the time he finally did get there, but he couldn't seem to stop now. The movement kept at least some part of his mind and body distracted.
That damned map, the one he'd wanted to stare at for hours on end instead of concentrating on what really mattered. Every landmark th
