I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Maybe I could find a way to occupy myself without waking Rhiannon. If Alicia could sleep through the train ride, so could she.
I carefully reached for my backpack, which was squished under my seat. It was a bit of a struggle, especially with Rhiannon using me as a pillow. I managed to unzip it and retrieve my phone without too much jostling.
There had to be something on Netflix to distract me from this absurd situation. I scrolled through the options, trying to find something that wouldn't make me want to throw my phone out the window.
Eventually, I settled on a comedy movie—something lighthearted to take my mind off things.
I put on my earbuds and hit play. The movie started, and for a moment, I thought everything might be okay. But then, just as the opening credits were rolling, Rhiannon shifted in her sleep. Her head slid down my shoulder and ended up nestled against my arm.
