Holding onto You

The biting February wind whipped around you as you stood on the edge of the train platform, the dark sky heavy with the promise of more rain. Midnight had always been your sanctuary, a quiet escape from the relentless demands of studying, caring for your sister, and working at Marty's Pub & Grill.

As the last train of the night shuddered to a halt and the doors hissed open, you stepped into the empty carriage, seeking your usual seat. But your eyes landed on something unexpected: a cell phone left behind on a worn bench.

With a cautious glance around, you picked up the forgotten iPhone, its leather case cold in your hand. Despite your inner voice urging you not to snoop, curiosity, and the dwindling time before your stop, got the better of you. You discovered it wasn't passcode protected and, in a moment of tired impulsiveness, opened the Facebook app. The name on the profile photo sent a small shock through you: Finn Bauer.