The Data Trap
Language: en
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in my first year of grad school. Before me, Eddie was standing in the stairwell, his eyes red-rimmed, clutching the overdue tuition notice that made him so distraught. He was crouched in the corner of the landing, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, the notice crumpled and smoothed out repeatedly in his hand. I stood before him, two hundred dollars in cash fresh from the bank in my pocket, as memories from my previous life flooded back. Back then, I'd shoved the money into his hand without a second thought. But he later stole my…