Once, I was late to work and had to rush out of the house

color.

“You… went through my phone?”

I crossed my arms. “Don’t flip this on me. You’re the one hiding people, texting behind my back, and apparently swiping too.”

He stood up. “I think we need to take a break.”

I almost laughed. “A break? From what, being lied to?”

He had no real explanation. Just a lot of stammering and half-baked excuses. I didn’t give continue reading …