Cleaning the bathroom on a mundane Tuesday evening was never fun, but it had to be done. As I scrubbed the
toilet, I noticed the water kept running after flushing
Annoyed, I opened the tank to check. Wrapped in a plastic bag was a cheap burner phone. My heart raced as I dried it off and turned it on.
“Password,” I muttered. Easy guess, our wedding date. It worked.
My hands shook as I scrolled through the text messages. The sender: Lola. Explicit conversations between her and my husband, Matt, filled the screen.
