In the lower corner of the frame, just barely visible, was something that shouldn’t have been there:
A pair of men’s sneakers.
He knew immediately. The style, the size, even the way they were casually left on the floor. Those shoes didn’t belong to him—and they certainly didn’t belong to her.
He stared at the image, zoomed in, then looked again.
They were unmistakably another man’s shoes.
From Trust to Doubt, in a Single Click
He didn’t call her. He didn’t text. He sat with the realization that the person he was planning to marry—the woman he thought he knew—may have been hiding something all along.
Soon after, he made his decision.Continue reading…
