On his laptop, Adam pulled up Clara’s LinkedIn profile. His breath hitched when the page loaded blank except for a generic silhouette. The account had been deactivated. There was no job history, posts, or trace that she had ever worked anywhere at all.
He opened her Instagram next. Where once there had been travel photos, selfies, and snapshots of the two of them together, now only a scattering of generic images remained — a cup of coffee, a sunset, a bookstore window. Nothing personal. Nothing identifiable.