She set the phone down for real this time. Outside, a car passed, headlights sweeping across her empty living room.
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 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. She set the phone down for real this time
But she knew better. She had checked her Visitors tab three times tonight. And so would he. a car passed
Tap.