There’s shouting outside the train car. You’re both trapped. Someone’s coming—someone armed.

Jacob turns to you, jaw clenched, eyes wild.

“Go out the back. Now.”

“Jacob—”

“RUN. I’m not asking.”

You shake your head. “I’m not leaving you here to get beaten or—”

He slams the door shut behind you and yells through it:

“If you love me, then GO.”

You freeze. And then—

You run.

But every step feels like betrayal.