I found the Philosophy building the next day and went inside, hoping I could just wander around a little and figure out which office was Adan’s.
It was easy enough to find him. I strolled the first-floor halls for a few minutes, and glimpsed him seated at a desk in the first room I passed that had an open door.
I knocked lightly. He looked up and smiled.
“Yena,” he said, “Come in, please.”
He jumped up from his desk and met me at the door, opening it wide with a welcoming gesture and a sweet smile. We exchanged pleasantries and then sat on either side of his desk.
“So you wrote this book, did you?” I asked, producing the hardcover from my bag.
I had forgotten that it was all out of shape from where it spent the night.
Adan looked at it and grinned.
“What did you th
