Antarctica Is Warmer Than You
Language: en
The torrential rain was drumming hard against the laboratory windows, and I’d been waiting by the entrance for Austin for three hours. Then my phone buzzed, and his voice cut through the static, casual and entirely dismissive. "Cathy used one of her privilege cards," he said. "She needs me to pick her up. Grab a Lyft back, okay?" It was the sixteenth time this month. It didn't matter if it was Valentine's Day or my birthday. If Cathy called, Austin would abandon me without a second thought, running to her side. When they broke up years ago, they had left ninety-nine "relationship…