CHAPTER 1: STRANGER AFTER STRANGER(TW: DUBCON, PUBLIC GROPING)The 7:42 train is always packed but today it's something else entirely, bodies crushed together so tight I can feel the buttons of the man in front of me pressing through my blouse, can smell the perfume of the woman beside me mixing with coffee breath and sweat and the metallic tang of the rails under us.

I grab the overhead strap because there's nowhere else to hold and I plant my feet and I resign myself to another thirty minutes of being sardined between strangers while I think about the grocery list and the meeting at nine and whether Jerry remembered to...