SYLUS

My index finger stretched out my collar. I was almost tempted to pull down on my tie, string it loose, and pluck off my buttons. I looked down at the steps attached to the aeroplane as I stepped down one by one, holding onto the rail. My eyes fell on two familiar faces dressed in black, and the moment I got down to the floor with them, they both welcomed me.

“Welcome back, Mr. Sylus. How was your trip to Springville?” they muttered.

“Could have been better,” I said, tilting my head toward Nellie as she nodded, going through her tablet and preparing to read me my schedule.

She...