My sister kissed my husband in front of thirty people at her own anniversary party and called it a joke. Her husband had a wrapped present in his hands and an envelope she had never opened.

Nothing.

Then I noticed the lining.

There was something stiff behind it.

I ran my fingers along the inside.

My heart started beating faster.

I pulled at the fabric.

A black phone slid out.

No case.No photographs.

No contact names.

Just a black screen.

I turned it on.

There was one message waiting.

From Sasha.

Are you sure she doesn’t know?

The message was dated six days earlier.

My hands went cold.

I opened the conversation.

There were hundreds of messages.

Years of them.

At first, they looked harmless.

Are you coming tonight?

She went upstairs.

He thinks I’m asleep.

Don’t call me from your number.

Then they changed.

I miss you.

I hate going home after seeing you.

One day we’ll stop pretending.

I scrolled further.

Then I saw:

Sasha: What if Bryony finds out?

Callan: She won’t.

Sasha: How do you know?