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

night, I lay in the dark listening to the house settle, to Daniel brushing his teeth, and to the faint buzz of his phone on the bathroom counter. Daniel came in, kissed my forehead, and fell asleep within minutes.

Then my phone lit up on the nightstand. Brooke’s name glowed across the screen.

I picked it up, and I opened the message.

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