Goat found the book on the subway platform. No one around.

The train pulled in and he got on, bringing the book along. The covers had been torn off. He flipped through the first three pages, all blank, before finding the title. “The One We Miss Most.” He’d never heard of the author.

The train braked. The woman beside him fell, elbowing him in the gut. He dropped the book. He caught his breath and picked it up. It was open to somewhere in the middle, a note scrawled in the margin.

“I’m glad you found this, Goat,” it said.

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