PART 3: Three weeks after Noah crawled out of that drainage tunnel, I received a phone call I never expected.
PART 3 Three weeks after Noah crawled out of that drainage tunnel, I received a phone call I never expected. It wasn’t from the mall. It wasn’t from the police. It was from Tank. “How’s my little train engineer doing?” he asked. I smiled for the first time that morning. “He’s better.” “Sleeping?” “Finally.” Tank
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