Let me rewind. We all know the stereotype: the suspicious spouse snooping through a phone in the dark. That wasn't me. I wasn't looking for proof of an affair. I was looking for the grocery list. But muscle memory is a liar. I opened the photo gallery instead.
Not a hysterical laugh. A tired, relieved laugh. a wifes phone bloody ink
I have interpreted this as a prompt to write a narrative blog post based on those four keywords: Let me rewind