Everything fell apart in the third month.
Mom called me, her tone triumphant and laced with relief.
"Nina, do you know what's happened? Talia's whole act has collapsed.
"Ezra went through her phone."
*****
Here's how it all went down.
While Talia was in the shower, she left a phone lying on the sofa—not the one she used every day.
Thinking it was her work phone, Ezra grabbed it, ready to answer if anyone called.
Instead, he found a screenful of chat messages.
The contact's name was simply "Honey."
It was her so-called runaway ex-boyfriend.
Their conversation went back three months, uninterrupted.
Honey: Baby, I left your clothes in the locker. Go pick them up tomorrow.
Talia: Don't worry. That fool Ezra doesn't suspect a thing. Once I give birth and get the money out of him, w
