Book 18: Out of Control

Skye

Abby slides down the banister of the staircase in my new house, gaping at the view beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Toby managed to get the electric fireplace up and running after an hour of trial and error with the little remote we found in one of the kitchen drawers, and now the house downstairs is borderline too toasty warm, but both of them left the lab to help me move, and now I get why.

An hour later, we’re across campus in the apartment towers where all the graduates and postdocs live… where I lived until this morning, when I packed up the rest of my things into boxes, and went back for more of my things. “This apartment is the best Toby and I can get, for sure,” Abby says with a rough sigh. “We talked about it for a while, but I think we’re making the right decision. It’s quieter this high up compared to Toby’s place, and I would have to move!”