They were an ordinary-looking couple. He sat by the window and she was huddled up beside him. I was sitting opposite them.
“Did you bring the pills?” she asked.
“Do we have enough?” she insisted.
“Do you think that kids will be fine?” she asked after a pause.
“I love you”, she said.
“I love you too”, he replied, almost automatically.
I felt I was intruding and made my way to the door of the railway carriage, where I smoked and made small talk with other smokers who had gathered there.
A few stations later I went back to my seat. The woman was sleeping, her husband not to be seen. I assumed he was in the loo. The next morning we realized she was dead and he was nowhere to be found.