Heart racing he clicked the icon, she had done it again. A light-hearted, nostalgic anecdote about her crazy family. The readers lap it up: empathising, sympathising, laughing along. They don’t understand the effort it took to forget, to move on. She does.
Disorientated by her dream she rolled over to find him gone. Momentary relief, then concern. Was it the storm that had made her confess? From the comfort of her duvet she listened to the silence, closing her eyes to the impending day.