He was that kind of man—attentive, considerate, always one step ahead.
My mother had adored him. She used to say I could search the whole world and never find someone better.
I'd believed her. I thought I'd found the one.
Now a fog had settled over everything, and I couldn't see which way to go.
I'd just lost my mother. If I lost the man I'd spent six years building a life with, too, I didn't know whether I'd survive it.
While I sat there staring at nothing, Curtis slid the cake closer.
"Have something sweet. It'll help."
He stood, humming to himself as he disappeared into the bathroom.
His phone lit up on the coffee table. Something pulled my hand toward it before I could think.
It was the new contact he'd added today. Her profile picture and his were a matching set.
Back when Curtis and I were in the honeymoon phase, I'd begged him to do matching profile pictures with me.
He indulged me in everything—except that. On this one thing, he wouldn't budge.
"I've had this picture for years. It'd feel weird to change it."
"Besides, it's just a profile picture. It doesn't prove anything."
He was wrong.
A profile picture proved plenty.