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The devices look the same from the outside, but my thumb doesn't work as an unlock.
My passcode fails.
The lock screen picture of me gives everything away.
Patrick took this picture, in his apartment, when he said I looked adorable in his shirt. One of the times, anyway.
It was on his phone.
He never sent it to me.
And I'd never set an image of myself as my background. My background is always some body of water.
Without thinking, I punch his birthday into the phone.
No good.
Month and day only.
Woosh. It unlocks.
And it's there, right in his browser.
My site.
He's reading.
How long has he been reading?
How long has he known without telling me?
I never used our names, but everything else is obvious.
Did he see my site on my computer? My phone? Did I accidentally cross-post to Instagram? Leave some other clue?
I don't know.
It doesn't matter.
He knows.
He knows everything, and he hasn't said anything.
I drop his phone on Dare's couch. I find mine.
Same password, same lock screen, same home screen.
One text from Julie, requesting an update on myactivities.
The normal emails. Updates on class, sales, notifications on my site.
Which of my followers is he?
Has he ever left a comment?
What did he say under the guise of anonymity?
I slip my cell in my purse, and I rush out of the apartment.
