My Husband’s Lost Phone Led Me to His Wedding—Where the Bride Believed I Had Been Dead for Years 

His briefcase.

Every jacket pocket.

Under the seats.

Inside the trunk.

We tried tracking the phone online.

Nothing.

The battery was dead.

Marcus grew more anxious by the minute.

He paced through the living room, running one hand through his hair.

I finally walked over and rubbed his shoulders.