My phone was already buzzing. Greg had posted a photo from inside our kitchen: expensive champagne on the marble island, the house glowing behind him. The caption read: FINALLY MOVED ON. NO MORE DEAD WEIGHT. TIME TO BUILD THE LIFE I ACTUALLY DESERVE. He had tagged his mother, his sister, two cousins, and several coworkers. His sister replied, “About time.” A coworker added, “Executive suite next. Leave the craft projects behind.”
Craft projects. Nine years teaching teenagers to draw what they truly saw. I took screenshots of every post and every comment, then put the phone in my coat pocket.