I’d scrolled back at least a year and found zero evidence of Easton and Levi still being in each other’s lives. No recent selfies. No bro-hugs. No golf outings or barbecue reunions. Easton was firmly ensconced in Hollywood and, more importantly, firmly away from me. Ensconced. That was a big word. I gave myself a mental high five. It was good to reward yourself for literacy.
