“There will be a short delay,” he said. “Please remain seated for a few minutes.”
A young man immediately asked,
“Who are you?”
The stranger looked at him but didn’t answer.
Then he began walking down the aisle.
Looking at people’s faces.
One by one.
When he reached us, he stopped.
He looked at Robert.
Robert went completely still.
The man tilted his head slightly.
“You’re Robert Miller, aren’t you?”
My heart dropped.
Robert didn’t answer.
I turned toward him.
“Robert…”
The stranger smiled.
“Yes. It’s you.”
The entire bus was staring at us.
I whispered,
“Do you know him?”
Robert shook his head.
“No.”
But the man heard him.
“You don’t know me. But I know your name.”
Then he gestured toward the door.
