He was the careful one, the man who never made mistakes. Then his own phone answered a text he never meant to send, with me sitting right beside him.

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

My husband let me borrow his phone to find a restaurant. The map already knew where it wanted to take me, and it wasn't anywhere I recognized.

I only bought the camera to watch the cat eat. One slow Tuesday afternoon I opened the app and saw a woman I had never met walking through my living room.

From a hotel room three time zones away, I flicked our living room lights on and off just to make him laugh. He didn't laugh. He called me screaming.

My husband mocked every romantic comedy ever made. So why was one half-finished on his Netflix profile while I was away for work?