CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE The Last Search
One night, nearly a year after seeing Andre at the grocery store, Maya's phone suggested an old search history item.
Andre Bennett architect.The words appeared beneath the browser bar like a ghost.Maya stared.She knew if she searched, she would probably find him now.
His professional life had become more visible again.
There would be photographs, project announcements, maybe a company biography that mentioned his family.Her thumb hovered.Curiosity stirred.Was his son walking yet?
Had his daughter turned two?Was Simone in any photographs?
Did Andre still wear the same glasses?Then Maya asked herself a new question.What would knowing give me?
The answer was not peace.She cleared the search suggestion.The screen went blank.Maya set the phone down and returned to the book she had been reading.The moment lasted less than a minute.Years earlier, it would have consumed a night.That was the kind of progress nobody applauded.Maya did.Quietly.