mine wasn’t nearby. She was downstairs making dinner, with music drifting softly from the kitchen, while I headed toward her bedroom to grab the charger.
What happened next left me staring at an unfamiliar object with more questions than answers.
A Completely Ordinary Afternoon
It had been one of those peaceful weekends when nothing particularly exciting was happening.
We had spent the morning visiting a local farmers’ market, picked up some fresh vegetables, and stopped for coffee before heading back to her apartment.
The weather was perfect.
The windows were
