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    I get out of bed and walk to the closet, reaching up on the shelf for the phone. Taking it in my hand, I decide to stand by the bedroom door to hear the front door open when he returns. I flip the phone open and the main screen shows. Glancing at the battery icon on the top right, I see it's showing one red bar―there's not much power left. After pressing a button, the contact list shows. Only one number is listed. I try to make a mental note of what it is.
    I press another button and the text message list pops up again. Scanning the list, I reach the ones that I didn't read yesterday.
    Outgoing Message (February 14, 2012 1:05pm): I'll show you just how lucky you are tonight {{wink}}
    Incoming Message (February 14, 2012 12:54pm): How could I be so lucky to have you? xoxo
    Outgoing Message (February 14, 2012 12:51pm): I was able to get out of my meeting early, so I'm leaving Chicago now. I'll call you when we land. I made plans for dinner at 6 at our favorite restaurant.
    Incoming Message (February 14, 2012 12:32pm): Haven't heard from you. Please tell me you’re coming over tonight.
    Outgoing Message (February 14, 2012 9:36am): I'm trying
    Incoming Message (February 14, 2012 9:04am): Can we christen my new sofa tonight? I have a special Valentines outfit waiting for you.
    Incoming Message (February 13, 2012 3:24am): I can now go to sleep. Thank you for calling me so that I can hear the sound of your voice. That sexy voice!
    Incoming Message (February 13, 2012 1:58am): I'm awake. Can you call me?
    Outgoing Message (February 13, 2012 1:56am): Awake and thinking of you.
    Outgoing Message (February 12, 2012 2:48pm): Thank you for the incredible lunch date...and dessert. ☺
    Feeling like I'm going to be sick, I run to the bathroom and hurl into the toilet. My pulse quickens and my face becomes hot. Anger rages and I throw the phone before I can even think. It goes flying out of the bathroom and across the bedroom. It smashes against the dresser and lands on the floor in pieces. As soon as I realize what I’ve done, I run to it, dropping to the floor. While I gather the pieces, I realize that I don't have the battery. While reaching under the dresser, I hear the front door open downstairs. "Shit." I push myself up and run to the closet. Reaching up, I put the pieces of the phone back under the stack of clothes on the shelf.
    Rushing back to the bathroom, I shut the door behind me. While staring into the mirror, I try to decide what to do next. I'm not ready to confront him yet, and I need to talk to Tracy again. Taking in a deep breath, I open the door and go lie back in bed, pulling the covers over my head.
    Minutes later, Rich walks upstairs and into the bedroom. I don't move. He puts his clothes into the hamper and walks to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He turns on the shower, and the sound of the water lulls me back to sleep.
    I'm awakened by Rich hovering over me. "I have to go out for a few. Your mom texted that she won't be making it to church today."
    Barely awake, I nod. He walks away and I glance at the clock, it’s seven-eleven. I need to get up and ready for nine o’clock church service. My mom and I have been meeting up for Sunday morning service every week since my dad passed.
    I get out of bed and head downstairs to grab my phone to call her. Walking over to the table in the entryway, I notice my phone isn’t there. But I remember leaving it there last night. Once I make my way to the kitchen, I see it lying on the counter next to the coffee maker. While certain that I didn't leave it there, I try and shake it off. The phone reads that I have one unread text message.
    My mom: Good morning Ames. I won't be making it to mass this morning. I’m still not feeling well. Please don't worry, I just want to rest. Call me later today. Love you.
    How did Rich know that she texted me? Was he looking through my phone? Did he read the text