He clicked.
He kept scrolling, even into A black hoodie with "CREED" across the chest. The exact one she borrowed and never returned. He still had it folded on her side of the closet. Searching for- creed II in-All CategoriesMovies...
He wasn't searching for Creed II anymore. He clicked
Then, at the very bottom of the page, under something he had never seen before. He clicked. He kept scrolling
He didn't click "Movies." He never did. Not anymore.
He pressed Enter.
There it was. Michael B. Jordan, fists up, snow in his hair. A digital ghost.