He saw the post at six in the morning.

I was already awake, I'd barely slept when I heard it. The specific silence that follows a phone screen turning on. Then a long pause. Then the sound of him sitting up.

I kept my breathing even. Stayed facing the window.

He got up. Went to the bathroom. I heard water running, longer than it needed to. When he came back he sat on the edge of the bed and I could feel him looking at me, at the shape of me under the covers and not speaking.

Then he picked up his phone again. I heard the sound of a...