Snow swirled past the windows of the bus as it sped on into the heavy dullness of the late afternoon.
When willing the bus to turn around and take her back failed to have any effect, her thoughts turned to the future.
How could life ever be the same as it had been before?
How could she ever be the person that she used to be?
And how would she explain the changes that would, without any doubt, be noticed when she got home?
When the bus reached its next stop, she called him.
“I’m in Montpelier. But I’m coming back.”
The joy and relief in his voice told her all she needed to know.
She hugged herself tightly as she waited in the cold for the bus that would carry her northward again. It could not arrive soon enough to satisfy either of them.
Montpelier is one of sixteen short stories in New Horizons.
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