“They look so good together!” one comment reads.
“Clara’s been his shadow lately. Do I smell a romance brewing?” another says.
“His wife must be furious. Oh wait, does he even have one anymore?” yet another comment reads.
I stare at the screen—at all the comments, unable to look away. The words blurs as tears threaten to spill, but I force them back as I bring myself out from social media, and from the blog post. I couldn't keep reading any of the comments.
I press Leonard’s number again, the ringing loud in my ear, like a cruel reminder of his absence. Once again, it goes to voicemail. I dont leaving any message this time.
What will I even say?
My phone starts ringing as I drop it on the table so that I can calm my head and try to think. I pick it up hastily hoping it's Leonard
