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He didn’t click it.

It had been fourteen months since Gina left.

He never changed his browser’s bookmarks bar. Nestled between “News” and “Finance” was a folder labeled simply “G.” Inside were eighteen links. A vintage furniture store in Portland she’d wanted to visit. The webpage for a ridiculously expensive Japanese chef’s knife. A blog about restoring moss gardens. A live cam of a beach in Cornwall they’d watched one rainy Tuesday, pretending they could hear the waves. favorites chrome

He clicked Cancel.

Tonight, however, the chrome of his browser felt colder. The bookmarks bar, usually a reassuring row of familiar icons, looked like a graveyard. He hovered over the “G” folder. The little downward arrow blinked, teasing him. He didn’t click it

A small pop-up asked, Are you sure?

Arthur looked at the empty chair across the table. He looked back at the screen, at the gleaming, unforgiving chrome frame around his life. Nestled between “News” and “Finance” was a folder

He took a breath, and right-clicked the “G” folder.