Stepping out of the car, the three of us collected all the boxes and bags that held the little bit of shit I actually did have to my name. Noah, having made his way into the lobby, collected a sleek silver rolling cart because even though I didn’t have that much shit, I didn’t feel like making multiple trips. The sun was setting behind the towering building, casting long shadows on the sidewalk and reflecting orange and pink hues off its shining exterior. Call me lazy, but if ...