by Robert L. Arend
Published: January 15, 2014
Eight years before, sitting alone on the school bus (nobody ever took the seat next to her), Renee had been seventeen, thinking about the senior prom she would not be attending. The face of a boy appeared in the window glass, his smile somehow radiating the most wonderful feelings of joy and love. He kissed the cheek of her reflection before fading away, taking her momentary bliss with him....