C30 Thirty

Medora

“Are you free to have lunch with me?” my mom asked, snapping me out of my scrolling trance.

I glanced up from my phone, blinking. “Yeah, sure,” I said, sliding off the kitchen stool. Any excuse to leave this house was a welcome one.

I grabbed my jacket off the counter. It was warm outside—summer was just settling in—but I didn’t feel like showing my arms.

As we drove