And a figure.
A woman.
Standing still.
Waiting.
Eli stood up slowly.
His eyes filled with something new.
Not fear.
Not sadness.
Relief.
“Mom…” he whispered.
The conductor couldn’t move.
Every instinct told him this wasn’t normal.
But something deeper told him…
it was real.
Eli turned back one last time.
“For 12 years… I stayed,” he said softly.
“Because I thought she was lost.”
The conductor’s voice shook.
“And now?”
Eli smiled.
“I think… she was waiting too.”
He walked toward her.
