That’s when I spot Jack, leaning over the glass wall of his deck, hands typing away on the screen of his phone, a smile on his face. His posture seems so much more relaxed, at ease, as if he’s finally happy. Ding. I pull my phone out of my pocket and see a notification. Looking back at Jack, I watch as he puts his phone in his pocket and then stares out at the ocean, hands pressed in front of him.
