Quarter Share (Golden Age of the Solar Clipper, #1)

by Nathan Lowell

I could feel a lump start to harden in my throat and my eyes water. This apartment had been home for most of my life and I was walking away forever—the connections severed cleanly, surgically. I looked around, smiling at the memories and listening for the echoes of our time in the flat.

“What in the name of anti and uncle matter do you think you’re doing, Ish?”