Instead, my thumb hovered over the blue social media icon, drawn to it by a nervous curiosity I could not shake.
The first photo on my feed was a view of Lake Kerr, the water flat and gray under the morning light.
Brandon stood on the wooden dock, holding a spinning reel and wearing his orange fishing cap.
His face was sunburned, his smile wide and free of the tightness he always carried when he walked through our front door.
The caption underneath was short and written in bold letters.
Finally getting the peace and quiet I deserve.
I stared at the words until they blurred into black lines on the screen.
He had posted it forty minutes ago, while I was rinsing the yellow plastic spoons in the sink.
The kitchen clock ticked on the wall, a cheap plastic thing shaped like an apple that Brandon had always complained was too loud.
Two people from his office had already liked the photo, including Theo.
