The message preview was from Clara.
I found out by accident.
About five weeks after surgery, I was in the kitchen when a phone buzzed on the counter. Evan and I had the same phone and almost the same case because he had ordered two identical ones months earlier and joked that now we were one of those annoying married couples.
Our daughter’s school had been sending messages that week about a field trip form, so when the phone buzzed, I grabbed it without looking, assuming it was mine.I honestly thought I was reading it wrong.
It wasn’t mine.
It was Evan’s.
The message preview was from Clara.
