The Smartwatch Notification

I only picked up his smartwatch to check the time, but the notification on the screen changed

my life. It was a booking confirmation for a luxury ocean-view suite in Maui—dated

for next weekend. The same weekend Mark was supposed to be at a "high-stakes" solo business conference

in Chicago. My stomach did a slow, sick somersault. Mark had been my

partner for six years. He always said business was just business, but the name "Lena"

kept flashing in my mind. She was the "important client" he swore meant nothing.

I grabbed his phone and scrolled through his messages. There it was—a photo she’d sent him an

hour ago of a new dress with the caption: "Can’t wait for Maui." I clicked on her