Third Wheel
My two devices combined into one means no more switching back and forth or emailing and air dropping items to myself.
“Hey,” Jackson grasps my shoulder, shaking me gently. “What do you think?”
“I, umm...” I desperately attempt to calm and pull myself together. “I’m sorry...”
Kennedy laughs, realizing I didn’t listen to her explanation. She repeats herself. I force my brain to listen this time. They bought me a gift to thank me for all I have given up helping them start a family. They have witnessed my researching the iPad Pro online of an evening. Now I can sell my iPad and MacBook, but Kennedy mentions she might like to learn how to use and keep my iPad.