At 3:50 in the morning, I was reunited with my te…

The sweltering summer night in South City was unbearable. An argument about having children sent thirty-two-year-old teacher Elara Vance storming out of the house. With a few coins, she boarded a night train, only to find herself penniless at a station in a strange town. At 3:50 a.m., she pushed open the door of a convenience store, hoping to buy something to eat. The young man behind the counter looked up, and his face made her freeze — it was Miles Hollis, a student she had taught six years ago.