And once I started paying attention, I noticed things.
Caleb took his phone into the shower.
He left it facedown whenever it was on the table.
Certain calls made him step outside.
Maybe sleep deprivation was making me paranoid.
That was what I told myself.
Then one night, after finally getting the baby asleep, I went downstairs for water.
The house was quiet.
Caleb wasn’t in the living room.
Then I heard his voice coming from the laundry room.
I almost kept walking.
But something about his tone made me stop.
His voice was soft.
Affectionate.
Honestly, I couldn’t remember the last time he had spoken to me that gently.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I know.”
I froze.
A moment later, he laughed quietly.
“Tomorrow. Same time.”
My heart started hammering.
I walked straight to the laundry room and pushed open the door.
Caleb spun around.
The instant he saw me, he ended the call.
