Later that night I checked Daniel's phone again.
This time my hands didn't hesitate.
There were messages.
Many messages.
Weeks of conversations.
Most of them deleted.
But not all.
One line froze my blood.
"I wish things were different."
Sent by Vanessa.
Daniel had replied.
"Me too."
My chest tightened painfully.
This wasn't innocent anymore.
Something emotional was happening.
Something dangerous.
And I was standing right in the middle of it.
How long had this been going on behind my back?