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 swore he was buried in spreadsheets all day. Then I opened the lighting app on my phone and saw what color our bedroom had been at two in the afternoon.

I found his old Fitbit in a drawer. It synced to my phone and showed the truth: he was never working night shifts.

My husband couldn't put down a silly little phone pool game with a coworker. I couldn't figure out why a grown man was so obsessed. Then I read between the turns.

He said he was stuck at the office until dawn. Then my phone buzzed with a grocery order he never meant for me to see.

We turned our fitness rings into a silly little competition. I never imagined the data would tell me something he never would.