I didn’t mind when she smiled. We’d been apart for so long, catching her smile was a reminder of The Before. She’d always been there, her quiet hint of a smile was an acknowledgement, an encouragement. Having her picture on the shelf wasn’t the same as having her here but those little signals, they touched me. But the update she’s just sent is different. It’s only a subtle raised eyebrow. Maybe nothing but I remember that look. It wasn’t disapproval. Too subtle for that. It was just a question. It was the look that just planted the seed of doubt.