So, he traveled a lot for work. Or at least, that’s what I thought. It was always framed as temporary. Just a few days here and there. Conferences, client meetings, last-minute flights. I never questioned it because he never gave me a reason to. He sent photos from airports. Complained about hotel beds. Texted me when he landed. It all looked normal. The moment everything cracked wasn’t dramatic. It was stupidly small. He mentioned being in Chicago for a work thing. I asked him how the weather was because I’d just seen a storm warning pop up on my phone. He paused. Then said it was fine. Clear. Cold, but fine. Later that night, I checked the weather again out of pure boredom. No storm. No warning. I brushed it off, told myself I misread it. But that pause stayed with me. After that, I started noticing little inconsistencies. Dates that didn’t line up. Flights that didn’t match what he said his schedule was. Hotel names that changed when he retold the same story. Nothing concrete, but ...