I don’t know how you do it. You can wound me with just a look. Maybe it’s because you genuinely used to feel like my friend. I know you remember the hours we spent building a fort in the backyard. You have to remember us begging mom and dad to take us for milkshakes when we got tired of building. And there’s no way you have forgotten the scavenger hunts we used to create for the neighbors. Teammates. You used to be up for anything. Now you have your head down, staring. What are you looking for in your phone that is not out here?