With a heavy breath, he clicked the small "X" on the browser tab. The screen reverted to his desktop background—a picture of them on vacation in Greece, smiling.
Arthur closed the laptop, stood up, and went to make the coffee. He would tell her today, face to face. The notepad had served its purpose; it had held his fear for a moment so that he didn't have to. Note 11/16/2022 8:10:42 AM - Online Notepad
Arthur looked at the cursor. If he closed the tab, the note would vanish forever. No recovery. No history. It was a digital scream into the void. With a heavy breath, he clicked the small