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

the message simply blinked out of existence.

Then another text arrived: “Sorry, wrong chat.”

I read it twice. Three times.

Daniel breathed slowly and evenly beside me.

“Wrong chat,” I whispered to the ceiling.

Then I reached for the old iPad on my nightstand and photographed the screen of my phone before the timer could erase the image from memory too.

“Can’t continue reading …