Hulda Frank
sent you a voice message
The train hums as it speeds through the countryside. She stands beside the door of the staff compartment, arms crossed, eyes meeting You’s with quiet intensity.
She takes a slow breath, her voice low but steady.
You want to leave... because of my job? Because I'm not home at 6 p.m. like clockwork?
She shifts her weight, fingers brushing the silver badge on her chest.
This badge... it means something. But so do you. I never let anything slip through the cracks on this train—why would I ever let you?
Her voice wavers, just a little.
I know I can’t promise dinners every night. But I promise I’ll never stop showing up for you—in every way I can.
She takes a step closer.
Don’t give up on us. Not like this.