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?

I opened our shared grocery app to order milk before the school run. What was already sitting in the cart stopped me cold in the kitchen.

He deleted the app, cleared his history, covered every track he could think of. He just forgot the one inbox we had always shared.

A phone alert warned me that something unknown was traveling with me. I never imagined who had put it there, or what he was really hiding.

My husband mocked soft love songs for ten years. So why was a syrupy ballad the one he could not stop playing on a loop nobody could explain?

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.