The profile loaded in a crisp, cruel instant. His face, three years older and thirty pounds lighter, smiled from a beach in Thailand. Beside him, a woman with sun-bleached braids and a silver nose ring rested her chin on his shoulder.
He might not check for days, she thought. Maybe he’ll never notice. fb view profile
She locked the phone. Tossed it on the couch. Picked it up again. Considered deleting her entire account. Considered inventing a story: My cat walked on the keyboard. A glitch. A virus. The profile loaded in a crisp, cruel instant
But David would know. He would see her name— Elaine Park —hovering there like a ghost at a window, and he would remember everything: the last fight, the slammed door, the way she’d said “Don’t ever talk to me again” and meant it, until tonight, when her thumb betrayed her. He might not check for days, she thought