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Maybe everything at the same time. The dawn arrived relentlessly. She got up without energy, made herself a coffee, and let it cool without tasting it.
She was still wearing the same pajamas she wore the night before. Her cell phone vibrated on the table. It was Margaret—her best friend since college, the only person with whom she could be completely honest without feeling like she had to justify every emotion.
“Do you want me to come over?”
“Yes.”
Thirty minutes later, Margaret was sitting in her living room with a notebook in her hands, as if they were improvised detectives.
Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid, and she had the expression of someone ready to unearth secrets, no matter the cost. “Tell me everything from the beginning,” Margaret asked firmly. Mary did.
From the first day she met Robert at the bank branch to her grandmother’s dream, the folder, the photo with the blonde woman, and the final argument. Margaret did not interrupt, just nodded silently, taking mental notes. When Mary finished, Margaret exhaled loudly.
“We have to find out who that woman is.”
“How?”
“Social media. He has an Instagram account, right?”
“Then we will check the comments, the followers, who he follows.
Social media says more than one thinks.”
They turned on the laptop. Margaret typed nimly while Mary dictated the names she remembered, the profiles she had seen in the album. They searched for Robert first.
His account was private, but the list of people he followed was public. Margaret began to check them one by one. “There are many women,” she said.
“Some have normal usernames, others use strange pseudonyms. “Let us check the ones that have photos similar to the blonde you saw.”
Mary leaned closer and observed each profile. Many were locked.
Others were very active, but with superficial content. Just as they were about to close the laptop, Margaret stopped. “Wait, this one.”
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