Charlie used to own a laptop.
When his younger brother started college, he gave it to him to save money and began using mine instead.
From then on, almost everything we worked on was stored on the same computer.
Our files.
Our documents.
Even our messaging apps.
The day he came to my apartment to explain himself, he left in such a hurry that he forgot to sign out of his account.
I only realized it later by accident.
I respected his privacy enough that I'd never gone through his phone before.
He'd trusted me not to.
Which was why he'd never bothered deleting anything.
That careless mistake gave me everything.
Every message.
Every photo.
Every receipt.
Every hotel reservation.
Reading through them was like dragging my heart across broken glass.
But they were undeniable proo
