Chapter 1 · The Same Train
The alarm went off at 6:10 a.m., the same as every other day.
Che-wei lay in the dark for four more minutes. He did this every morning. Not because the extra four minutes helped, but because getting up meant the day had started, and once the day started, it would be late that night before he was back in this bed.
He was thirty-four years old.
The train came at 7:02. He stood in the middle of the car with his face almost against a stranger's back, close enough to smell the man's shampoo. Nobody spoke. Everyone looked at their phones. The ride took fifty-eight minutes, and he had done it, by his own count, for about two thousand days.
At the office, his manager stopped by his desk at 10:30.
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