Even so, when I reached the five-star hotel Vivian had named, the pain in my chest nearly stole my breath.
About 6 months earlier, I had borrowed Nathan's phone to contact a client. A notification appeared about renewing an extended-stay hotel booking. I assumed it was promotional spam and deleted it.
The next morning, Nathan confronted me.
"Why did you delete a message from my phone?"
His sudden anger stunned me. I hurried to explain that I had thought it was spam.
His face turned cold. "Haven't I told you not to touch my phone?"
After that, he carried it everywhere, even into the shower.
At the time, I apologized, believing I had deleted a hotel notice related to his work. Only now did I understand that he had been paying for Vivian's extended stay there for 6 months.
When Nathan
