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But halfway to my car, it chimes. It’s a brief flurry of bells and rotors and change falling: the sound of a jackpot. Ami’s text tone.
It’s ten below outside, and I’m in a black skirt and thin white button-down, but I stop where I am anyway and pull my phone from my bag. Ami has sent me a screencap of Dane’s text list, and there are the usual suspects—Ami and Ethan and some of Dane’s friends—but there are also names like Cassie and Trinity and Julia. Ami’s text says,
Is this what you were talking about?
I don’t know how to answer. Of course my gut tells me that those are all women Dane has slept with, but how would I know? They could be work colleagues. I bite my lip, typing with frigid fingers.
I have no idea who they are.
I don’t have a list of names. If I did, I would have shown it to you.
I wait for her to start typing again, but she doesn’t, and I’m freezing, so I climb into my car and crank the heat as high as it will go.
But about three blocks from my apartment complex, my phone chimes again, and I pull over with a sharp jerk of my steering wheel.
Dane left his phone here yesterday.
I spent like two hours trying to guess his passcode, and it’s fucking “1111.”
I bite back a laugh and stare at the screen hungrily: she’s still typing.
I sent myself all the screenshots.
All the messages from these women are asking the same thing—whether Dane wants to hang out. Is that code for a booty call?
I blink at the screen. Is she serious?
Ami, you know what I think already.
Ollie what if you were right?
What if he’s cheating on me?
What if he’s been cheating on me this whole time?
A fracture forms right down the middle of my heart. Half of it belongs to my sister, for what she’s about to go through; the other half will always keep beating for myself even when no one else will.
I’m sorry Ami. I wish I knew what to say.
Should I answer one of the texts?
I stare at the screen for a beat.
On his phone?
As Dane?
Yes.
I mean, you could.
If you don’t think you’ll get an honest answer from him.
I wait. My heart is in my throat, clawing its way up.
I’m scared.
I don’t want to be right about this.
