Chapter 3
In an instant, in one flash of warm blue eyes, Etan’s entire life made sense.
The party itself was depressingly typical. Far too many college students jammed into a Chicago courtyard apartment, music too loud, temperature too high despite heavy snow falling outside. Inexpertly rolled joints passed around as easily as fake phone numbers.
Second-hand clothing dragged back from the early decades of the twenty-first century, styles of their grandparents brought back from the dead. Every conversation competing to be the most important, the most revolutionary, and the loudest of all time.
Etan desperately needed a break from the toughest bunch of biology and math classes he’d been foolish enough to take in an indigestible lump, but he only went along to these nightmarish events out
