Taylor

An hour later, I’m on social media in my room.

Kennedy as she lurks just outside my bedroom door.

“Hey,” I greet.

“Can I come in?” She asks.

“Of course,” I reply.

She joins me at the head of the bed, sitting with our backs against the headboard.

“What are you doing?” she asks, peeking at my screen.

I show her my Pinterest Boards and new pins I just discovered. As I explain, I find her too distracted to truly see the ...