She had not been told about the wrong train.
The conductor had pointed her toward the Hudson Line with a wave of his lantern and a murmur that sounded like assurance. It was not assurance. It was the Hudson Terminal, which was not where her uncle's friend lived. It was not even in the same borough. Daisy stood on the platform with her suitcases and realized, with the slow dawning horror of someone who has never been lost in her life, that...
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