Tap.
But she knew better. She had checked her Visitors tab three times tonight. And so would he. fb view profile
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. the slammed door
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: she thought. Maybe he’ll never notice.
He might not check for days, she thought. Maybe he’ll never notice.