I quietly slid behind the desk. Smoothing out my skirt I positioned my hand over the keyboard and quickly pressed the necessary keys. With a satisfying click I tapped the enter button and the screen hummed to life.
Looking at my reflection in the screen I asked myself why I was here. Quickly I recalled the past 5 months as if it had been a romance novel about some other woman.
What is so difficult about telling the truth? Why can’t people just be honest with each other? I had told him everything. What right did he have to keep anything from me? I had to know. It had been too long, and it was my right to know. Wasn’t it?
Silently I pulled up an search engine, my fingers got ahead of themselves. Absentmindedly hitting the enter key before anything had been entered, the machine whirred to life. Efficiently the computer reminded me, “Nothing to search for.” Maybe…maybe it was right. the hunk of metal, plastic, and random wiring was right. After years of blindness and months of deceit, there was nothing left.