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“I just… I don’t want to be a person who disappears.”

“Where to?” Christy asked.

She watched the woman walk to the shelter’s door, watched a counselor open it and guide her inside. Then Christy Marks put Mabel back in gear and pulled away into the rain, the city opening up before her like a long, dark road full of passengers who just needed someone to see them, even for a few miles. christy marks taxi

And somewhere in the backseat, on the floor mat where the young woman had been sitting, a single silver earring glinted in the passing streetlights—a small, forgotten thing. Christy would find it the next morning, and she’d put it in the glove compartment with all the others: a tiny museum of people who had passed through her cab, each one a story she would carry, just in case they ever came back looking for what they’d left behind. “I just… I don’t want to be a person who disappears

“Long ride,” Christy said. “Buckle up.” And somewhere in the backseat, on the floor