Altitude Is My Only Alibi
Language: en
The night before my dossier for a senior research fellowship was due, my boyfriend secretly submitted my name for a two-year deployment to the Cerro Chajnantor outpost—a brutal, isolated observatory seventeen thousand feet up in the Andes. When I confronted him, asking why he would do such a thing, he barely looked up from his phone. "Mia was using my laptop yesterday," he said casually. "She must have clicked it by accident. It was just a harmless little joke." "A joke? There’s a twenty-four-hour secondary confirmation. All you had to do was click 'Decline'." Mia. Mia Warren. She was the…