Chapter 2

Tears splashed onto the screen. I typed back slowly:

“Thank you, but I’m no longer planning to move to Seattle.”

From Ethan’s lab at the University of Washington to my apartment on the outskirts of the city, it was nearly an hour by cab.

I’d made that trip for four years.

He had never once come to my school.

There was always a reason: too many classes, too much lab work, meetings.

But he could carve out an entire afternoon to film a promotional video with Nina for the engineering department. He could stay up all night to score tickets to Nina’s favorite band.