My mama tried to calm me down. But anything she said was futile; I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t and I didn’t want to. I didn’t want comforting or explanations, because there were none. I think I was still looking around me, then, in the hope that Simonopio would arrive at the last minute. I think that, despite all the evidence, deep down I still believed it was impossible that Simonopio had abandoned me. When the train started up without him, I clutched my chest. When the train’s wheels began to turn, all hope died.
