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.
Elaine’s breath stopped. She didn’t know her thumb had moved again until she saw the gray bar appear at the top of her screen: fb view profile
She set the phone down for real this time. Outside, a car passed, headlights sweeping across her empty living room. She locked the phone
Tap.
“No, no, no—”
He might not check for days, she thought. Maybe he’ll never notice. Considered deleting her entire account
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.