My husband had never forgotten his Apple Watch before. So when it lit up on the kitchen counter with a message that read, « Last night was perfect, » I couldn’t stop staring at the screen. He’d told me he’d been working late. I never told him what I’d seen, but when he left the house that morning, I quietly followed him.
Until that Thursday, I would’ve told anyone Cameron was the easiest man in the world to trust.
Not because he was perfect.
He wasn’t.
