He looked at me.
“Okay.”
“Drive around the block.”
His expression hardened.
“What?”
“Just see whether it stays connected.”
“I’m not performing experiments because you don’t trust me.”
“I’m asking you to help me understand what’s happening.”
Ethan picked up his wallet.
“You’re exhausted.”
My chest tightened.
“Do not use that against me.”
“I’m saying you might be overthinking things.”
Then he left.
His location disappeared before his car reached the end of our street.
After that, everything became worse.
He started taking his phone into the shower.
At dinner, he placed it face down.
He changed his passcode.
Twice, I woke in the middle of the night and found him out of bed.
The third time, I found him standing between Kai and Theo’s cribs.
Both babies were asleep.
Ethan was looking at a photograph on his phone.
A dark-haired teenage girl stood beside a woman I didn’t recognize.
