Chapter Six
When she typed Larry’s name into the Google search box the next morning, she told herself that it wouldn’t do any harm to look. It wasn’t as if she were going to call him up and invite him to dinner. She wasn’t even going to send him a f*******: friend request. She just wanted to see how he was doing.
She held her breath as she waited for the response page, not sure whether she hoped to find something or to come up empty. She knew that, as nice as it would be to see where Larry had been and what he had done in the two decades since they’d separated, it would also burst the fantasy bubble she’d been blowing ever bigger and more delicate over the past few weeks. She’d gone all the way back to those teenage summer days with Larry to write her book, and she hadn’t returned. She’
