That thought gnawed at me until I could barely sleep. I’m not proud of what I did next, but it’s part of the story. One night, lying in bed while Emily slept beside me, I couldn’t shut off the anxiety.
Around two in the morning, her phone buzzed on the nightstand, lighting up the room. Curiosity—or maybe fear—took over. Who was texting my wife at two a.m.?Continue reading…
