The verification message said: Ms. Pruitt, I'm Mr. Delgado's new assistant. I may need to coordinate some work-related matters with you.
I stared at the name for a long time.
I accepted the request, then opened her social media feed.
March 27th. The day I'd had my prenatal checkup. David said he had an important meeting and showed up two hours late.
A photo of a coffee cup, captioned: The boss was in a great mood today. Bought coffee for the whole office.
In the corner of the photo, a pair of cufflinks glinted on a man's wrist. The same cufflinks I'd given David for his birthday three years ago.
February 21st. My birthday. David said he had a client dinner. I reheated his food three times before finally scraping it into the trash.
A photo of a bouquet of flowers, captioned: Someone said work is too exhausting. You have to be kind to yourself.
Corinne reached out, saying she wanted to learn about Mr. Delgado's personal preferences so she could better manage his daily schedule. She suggested we meet at a coffee shop.
When I pushed open the door, a woman in a white knit sweater smiled at me.
The smile was soft. The eyes were razor-sharp.
It was her.