And that’s when something falls out of the pile of shirts that was already in the drawer. It’s a phone. I pick it up and turn it over in my hand. It’s a burner phone. One of those phones you get when you don’t want somebody to track you. What the hell is my wife doing with a burner phone? I flip it open. I notice a bunch of missed calls on the screen. I think about calling the number back, but I don’t. I want to know what the deal is with this phone first, before I start calling a number and acting like an idiot. There are a bunch of text messages on the phone. All from the same number. I open
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