As I leave my mailbox, a notification pops up on my screen. Reluctantly tapping on it, I open the notification coming from i********:. It's a post made by Clara. It's a picture of her hands intertwined with Leonard's hand. A lot of viewers may not know it's Leonard, but I know my husband's hand anywhere I see it no matter how blurry.
I sigh loudly, proceeding to unfollow Clara. Thinking about it now, I don't even know why I followed her in the first place. Maya immediately notices my mood. She plumps down to me and peeps into my phone.
“What happened? Did he text you?” She asks.
I wanted to ask her who but my instinct knows who she's talking about. So, I shake my head. “No, I saw something else.” I say and turn to her with an already teary eyes.
“How could he do this to me? How? I
