Ditiya hefted her laptop bag onto one shoulder, balanced her duffle on top of her suitcase and dragged it off the O'Hare airport's exit in Chicago and headed for the taxi rank. It was chilly outside of the airport and still dark, although the air was giving hints of the rising sun.
It might be the worst decision she had ever made, but it was the only one she could have made. Ditiya couldn't believe how nervous she was. The palms of her hands were sweating, and her heart raced anxiously inside her chest.
Actually, it was worse than expected—the worst, she had quit her job day before just to come to Chicago. Ditiya couldn't think what else she could have done after receiving an email from Dhruv saying:
As a high school student, I met and fell deeply in love with Shreya. In many ways, it w
