It began, as so many endings do, with a single moment of poor timing. The 5:15 to Cedar Grove. They saw its red taillights disappearing into the grey drizzle, a silent, final verdict. They had run, hands linked, bags bouncing, but the doors had sealed shut a heartbeat before they reached the platform.“We missed it,” Elara had gasped, bending over, her lungs burning.Liam stared at the empty tracks. “Yeah,” he said, his voice flat. “We did.”They didn’t know it then, but they weren’t just talking about the train.That missed connection became a ghost that haunted them. It was the promotion