My phone battery had dropped to just 4%, and my girlfriend had casually mentioned earlier that I could borrow one of her chargers if mine wasn’t nearby. She was downstairs making dinner, music drifting softly from the kitchen, while I headed toward her bedroom to grab the charger.
What happened next left me staring at an unfamiliar object with more questions than answers.
A Completely Ordinary Afternoon
It had been one of those peaceful weekends where nothing particularly exciting was happening.
We had spent the morning visiting a local farmers’ market, picked up fresh vegetables, and stopped for coffee before heading back to her apartment.
The weather was perfect.
The windows were open.
A cool breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass through the house.
She loved keeping her apartment tidy.
Everything had its place.
Books lined neatly organized shelves.
Houseplants sat beside sunny windows.
