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.
Cameron was the easiest man in the world to trust.
He loaded the dishwasher like it was a competitive sport. He could never remember where we kept the batteries. He still insisted the fastest route to anywhere involved at least one unnecessary shortcut.
But honesty came as naturally to him as breathing.
If his phone rang while he was mowing the lawn, he’d shout through the open window, “Can you see who it is?”
When we met friends for dinner, he’d leave his phone on the table and never think twice.
We’d never had a conversation about passwords because we’d never needed one.
“Can you see who it is?”
***
A few months earlier, one of my coworkers had confessed she’d secretly gone through her husband’s messages.
“It was eating me alive, Mindy” she’d said.
Another woman nodded.
“I think everybody checks eventually.”
I laughed. “I don’t.”
They looked at me. “Never?”
I shook my head. “We’ve never needed that.”
“I think everybody checks eventually.”
***
That evening, I’d told Cameron about the conversation while we folded laundry.
He smiled without looking up from the pile of towels.
“I’d rather you ask me anything than spend a night wondering.”
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