Backlit photos of them watching the sea, the stars, the sunrise together.
It was captioned: [Every season is sweet with you. Here’s to forever!]
Ava even changed her profile picture to a photo of them holding hands.
On Irwin’s left hand, his ring finger bore a clear indent—a mark left by a ring that had been there for a long time.
One that had only recently been removed.
Sue silently liked all of Ava’s posts.
A second later, Ava messaged her.
[Sue, did you see my posts? That’s my new boyfriend. Don’t we look perfect together?]
[If we get married, you’d give us your blessing, right?]
Sue didn’t reply for a long time.
Ava then started to crack.
[Sue, you’re smart. You must’ve recognized that the guy in the photos is Irwin, right?]
[I’ll be honest. Irwin and I have been together for a year. He never loved you.]
[Forced love never works. Let him go. I’ll love him for you.]
Tears dripped onto Sue’s screen.
Her trembling fingers hovered over the keyboard, unable to type.
But Ava wasn’t done.
More photos flooded in—a hotel room. A car. A swimming pool.
Even her own bed.
Traces of their love stained every image.
Sue wiped her tears, hands shaking as she finally typed one line.
[Where is my mom’s heart?]