Claire never saw the man from the train again. Perhaps he was harmless, perhaps he wasn’t. But in the end, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the lesson hidden inside that uneasy evening.
Love isn’t just about grand gestures, anniversaries, or flowers on the table. It’s about presence—unseen, unwavering, and sometimes unexplainable. It’s about trust strong enough to anchor you when fear threatens to sweep you away.
And as the train sped forward, she leaned back in her seat, comforted by a truth she would carry with her forever:
Love, when it’s real, has its own way of keeping us safe.