"Attached to one... Wait... You mean me?" I'm not always the brightest crayon in the box. This is one of those times.

She rolls her eyes. "No, I mean Tommy Douglas, 8th grade gamer from Tulsa. Yes, you, dummy!" Again, that laugh that, despite the utterly…

It's the question I didn't want to ask, and she didn't want to hear. "I'm... I mean, I know what I was, and I think I know what I will be. Right now, I don't..." I see tears welling up in those brilliant blue eyes.

I put my hand on top of hers. "Let's st…