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I wasn’t her anymore.
But I could be again.
One evening, I accidentally knocked his phone off the counter. The screen lit up.
A message from someone named Cassie.
“Can’t wait to see you again. I hate sneaking around, but I love you too much to stop.”
I stared at it, hands shaking. And then—unexpectedly—I felt calm.
I wasn’t imagining things. I wasn’t paranoid. I wasn’t broken.
There was someone else.
I took a photo of the message and put his phone back exactly where it had been.
That night, I slept better than I had in months.
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