My sister-in-law mistakenly sent me a photo that was meant for my husband—I smiled, saved it, and waited exactly six months.

Once she planted the idea in my head, I couldn’t stop watching.

“The number belongs to Richard.”

Richard laughed at Brooke’s jokes before anyone else. She always seemed to know exactly where he was in the room. He watched her when she wasn’t looking.

Sometimes she’d lean down to whisper something only he could hear. Other times, I’d catch them sharing continue reading …