It had been fourteen months since Gina left.

Then, he ordered a large pepperoni from Mario’s. Some favorites, he decided, were worth keeping, even if they just made him hungry.

His heart hammered. One click, and her digital ghost would vanish. No more Portland chairs. No more moss. No more silent waves.

He clicked Cancel.

A small pop-up asked, Are you sure?

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.

Delete.