My Husband Forgot His Apple Watch on the Charger, and a Message Lit up the Screen Saying, 'Last Night Was Perfect' – That Morning, I Quietly Followed Him

Part One

Until that Thursday, I would have told anyone that Elliot was the easiest man in the world to trust.

Not because he was perfect.

He wasn't.

He wasn't.

He loaded the dishwasher like it was a competitive sport with strict, invisible rules only he understood. He could never remember where we kept the batteries, no matter how many times I told him. He still insisted the fastest route anywhere involved at least one unnecessary shortcut through a neighborhood we didn't live in.

But honesty came to him as naturally as breathing.

If his phone rang while he was mowing the lawn, he'd shout through the open window, "Can you check who that is?" When we met friends for dinner, he'd leave his phone face-up on the table and never think twice about it. We'd never had a single conversation about passwords, because we'd never once needed one.

We'd never once needed one.