JaxI’m sprawled out in our plush leather recliner, drinking a beer and watching the Michigan football game on television. This is the fourth game of the season, but it still feels so odd to watch the action from the comfort of my living room. Part of me misses football, but then I think back to the stress the game gave me, and I realize I don’t miss it enough to want that life again. This is definitely much more my speed.
“What are you typing so frantically over there?” I tilt my head toward Stella, giving her a sidelong glance.
She’s sitting on our sofa with her feet, adorned in fuzzy slipper socks, extending out onto the ottoman. Her laptop rests on her thighs as her fingers hit the keys in rapid succession.
“Just sending Lily all the final details.” She doesn’t look up from her compu
