Taylor

On Thursday, I awake from my afternoon catnap slowly sitting up. While I wait for my body to adjust, I snag my phone from the coffee-table. My alerts notify of three Facebook messages, one snap on Snap Chat, and a text from Kennedy.

I read the text first, finding Kennedy will be at Madison’s again this evening. I guess Jackson and I will continue working through our fast-food list. I mentally tally she spent four evenings of the last seven with Madison. It seems ...