never forgotten.
“I am not alone, Lola,” he said. “I have you.”
That answer hurt more than I let him know.
Then, almost without warning, something changed.
He signed up for dating apps.
I discovered it one Saturday afternoon when I stopped by his house.
He sat at the kitchen table holding his phone with both hands.
His reading glasses rested low on his nose, and he was smiling at the screen.
I hadn’t seen that smile in years.
“What are you looking at?” I asked.
He quickly locked the
