I just wanted to soothe our anxious rescue from my desk. The smart speaker in our living room handed me a sound I will never unhear.

He blamed late shifts for the empty side of the bed. The navigation app remembered every turn he swore he never took.

He swore the stress at work was wrecking his sleep. Then I opened the app his ring fed every night, and the charts told a different story.

All I wanted was the couch and one more episode. Instead the television booted up to a name I had never heard, and a stranger's taste in everything.

He logged a long, lonely trail run on the app I bought him. I tapped one feature I had never used before, and the map answered a question I had not dared to ask.

My husband automated his life down to the minute. One scheduled text on the wrong day told me everything he had been hiding for two years.