It's 2:47 AM. You're wide awake.
The bedroom is dark except for the faint blue glow of the alarm clock. Your wife, Sarah, lies beside you, her breathing slow and steady. She's been asleep for over an hour now.
Her phone is right there. On the nightstand. Inches from your face.
You've never done this before. You've always trusted her. But that text she got at dinner... the way she smiled at her screen and quickly locked it when you looked over... the way she said "just my sister" a little too quickly.
Your hand hovers over the phone.
Your pulse is loud in your ears.
Do you take it?