Charli

Nox ushered me from the plane, up the causeway. I hadn't had a chance to change clothes from the casual sundress and sandals I wore to Columbia this morning. It was fine for the flight, but now walking next to Nox in his silk suit and shiny new loafers, I felt woefully underdressed. We waited for Isaac and Deloris before we headed toward the exit.

While Deloris spoke on her phone, Isaac wheeled my carry-on.

I'd planned on taking a taxi to Stanford ...