Finally, deciding he was far enough from where he’d made the call, he parked in a parking lot and took out his other phone. The one he used only to watch her. He opened the Instagram app—still no updates. Were some followers noticing the gap? Wondering if she was okay? Gabrielle normally posted throughout the day. In the past year, she’d only skipped two days—one when she’d had that nasty flu, and the other when she’d broken up with her boyfriend. Two dark days, a void. Of all her followers, only he knew what was going on, and it connected them both by an intangible thread.
