Sadie's POVThe late-night commuter train was always a gamble, but after a long night out with Hallie, it felt like the only affordable option. The carriage was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with tired workers, drunk college kids, and the usual rough-looking men who rode this line because they knew its reputation. Everyone whispered about it… the “molestation express” that ran after midnight. Hallie had laughed it off when I suggested taking an Uber.“Come on, Sadie. Live a little. It’s just a train. What’s the worst that could happen?”I clutched the pole tighter as the train lurched forward, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Hallie stood in front of me, tipsy and glowing from the club, her short black skirt riding up her thighs and her tight crop top showing a generous amount of cleavage. She was always the bolder one… outgoing, adventurous, fearless. I was the shy best friend, still wearing my modest sundress that reached mid-thigh, cheeks already flushed from one too many
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