C55 CHAPTER 54

Timothy Adams is a sore loser. We play games on the plane back from New York. It’s been a while since I traveled first class, but with him, I wouldn’t care if we were stuffed in with the bags. Sitting next to him, hearing him laugh and seeing him smile, is amazing and maddening. “It’s a word game app,” he argues, jerking his chin at my phone in his hand for emphasis