Francine never liked the post.
Instead, she quietly changed her status to a single angry-face emoji.
The moment I saw it, I couldn't help but laugh.
Over the next few days, I divided my time between submitting job applications and enjoying the freedom I'd never allowed myself before. I wandered through museums, parks, cafés, and little corners of the city I'd always meant to visit but never had.
After graduating, work had consumed my life.
Then I married Steven and devoted myself entirely to being the perfect wife.
Somehow, I'd forgotten how to simply live.
A few days later, Francine posted another i********: update.
This time it was a picture of her mother lying in a hospital bed.
Among the comments, Steven had left nothing more than a hug emoji.
That afternoon, I went to the ho
