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

is a quiet itch that doesn’t go away. Two days later, I waited until he was in the shower and checked his phone. I know, I know—I’m not proud of it. But my gut was screaming at me.

The phone was locked, of course, but I had seen him put in the code before. He wasn’t exactly subtle.

I opened his messages. That’s when I saw her name—Klara. I didn’t know continue reading …