Dinner was quiet tonight, almost painfully so. Cale was caught up recounting the latest pack news, every small detail of his work and the burden it had become since I stepped back. I nodded along, my mind drifting, replaying all the pieces of what I’d discovered over the last few days. Each word he spoke felt hollow, like he was just going through the motions.
"I'm going to take a bath," He said and went to the bathroom. I felt my pulse quicken, waiting until I heard the water running before I dared to move.
With a shaky breath, I picked up Cale’s phone. I knew it would be locked with a series of passwords—he’d made sure of that. But I’d learned enough by now to make an educated guess. One by one, I tried the obvious codes, feeling my patience thin with each failed attempt. On my last try, I entered Cali’s due date, the very same date she’d smugly sent me in a picture of her ultrasound.
It unlocked.