Lena left for Westbridge at the end of August. She went alone. She wouldn't let Mom and Dad take her because she said it was a waste of money. With a huge backpack on her shoulders and a rolling suitcase behind her, she wandered through the train station like a lost soul.I floated beside her. I wanted to carry her suitcase, but I couldn't lift it. All I could do was follow her and watch as she squeezed onto the train, found her seat, stowed her luggage, and sat down.A guy sat down next to her. He looked like the quiet, bookish type, with glasses. He started the conversation. "Heading off to college too?""Westbridge," she said."No way, me too." His eyes lit up. "What's your major?""Physics.""Same here." He smiled. "Guess that makes us classmates. I'm Daniel.""Lena.""Lena," Daniel repeated. "That's a pretty name."She managed something close to a smile. Then she put in her earbuds and closed her eyes to sleep.Daniel took the hint, stopped talking, and pulled out a bo
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