He pressed send. The photo of his disastrous chicken risotto zoomed into cyberspace. ‘Not sure even you’d eat this!’ he added, plus two laughing emojis.
The next morning he cautiously checked again. No reply. He sent a good morning GIF of a cute kitten and the usual ‘Love you’ and purple heart.
After a busy day back at work, he checked again. Nothing. Messaging ‘Miss you xx,’ he set off for his first appointment.
Awkwardly perched on the grief counselor’s hard leather chair, he felt the weight of his phone in his pocket. He pondered whether to mention his one-sided conversations.