“Let’s try to go to a Panther’s game,” Baylee said to us all. His nose was in his phone looking up their schedule, brow furrowed in urgency. He rattled off a few dates for us.
“I think that’s a great idea!” I said. “Text Tye and get him in on this.”
“I already did,” he said.Continue reading “I Know How to Be Alone. Day 107.”