A Text Popped Up on His Unlocked Phone—And It Wasn’t About Me “Overthinking”

The Next Morning, I Didn’t Confront Him

He asked to borrow my car to meet his friend at the gym.

I tossed him the keys.

“Sure,” I said. “Have a good workout.”

The second the door closed, I moved like someone doing inventory after a break-in.

His iPad was on the nightstand.

Passcode?

1234.

Of course.

Messages synced instantly.

If the group chat was ugly, his private messages were worse.

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