The Station Pt. 11

Officer Sanchez went to speak to the attendant while Andrew went back to the bench, sitting down next to Elizabeth, who was stretched out sleeping.

The doors opened again and an old woman with a cane and a handkerchief over her head came through along with an abundance of sunlight.

She made her way slowly to the window, where Sanchez was still speaking to the attendant. She stood by, patiently waiting for their conversation to end. She looked like she could've been a hundred. Her skin was leathery, and every crease in her face told the story of her life...