He swore he never left the house that night. The little app on my phone remembered a different story, down to the minute.

He swore he was pulling a double shift at the hospital. A glowing little notification on the family TV told a different story.

Marcus was forty minutes across the city at his desk. So why did my phone say our oven was warming up at two in the afternoon?

My father got new hearing aids that connect to anything nearby. We thought it was a miracle. Then one quiet Sunday, he heard something from the garage that no one was meant to hear.

I drove across town to surprise my husband with the lunch he forgot. His office was empty. His watch was still warm on the desk, pretending he'd never left.

I ordered a car to work like I do every weekday. The app opened, the profile picture loaded, and my whole marriage rearranged itself in three seconds.