I did my best to backtrack exactly where I had been when it happened.

I didn't even think of renewing my driver's license, canceling credit cards, spending another

dollar for the public transport card, or about the $3.10 bills I had in there for about a year.

This was more important.

Way past the unfairness of it all, To take a wallet that doesn't belong to you? For what? Was it the cash that was going to get you to the things that would kill

you just a little bit faster? Don't we all wish for that bravery from the willing and the will

to face a reaper.

My name is Edwin, and here's a scary story.

I got in the car and faced the garage door as I did my best to think back on my day.

Three men and one child on that train.

That left me with only two suspects and a father.

I've heard that being a dad does things to you, but I wouldn't know.

And a child, well, a child can't spend on anything without being asked where the money came from.

The color switched easily between black and green in my mind.

What color was his shirt?

Either way, I remember he looked at me.

Not a single familiar face on that train, I tell you.

The other one was too busy playing on his phone.

It wasn't supposed to be dumb around these areas to show your $1,000 phone out in public.

The father and his son were a few seats away, facing away from me.

And I knew it.

I knew something was going to happen as soon as I stepped into that train car. I never missed

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