Changing a passcode wasn’t a small adjustment; it meant she’d wanted privacy he hadn’t known to give her. He stared at the screen, feeling both shut out and suddenly unsure of what that meant. He placed the phone down carefully, as though it might reveal something if he just waited. But it stayed silent, offering nothing.
So he moved through the house, hoping to find some explanation in the familiar spaces they shared—her desk, her nightstand, the small reading corner she liked near the window. Everything looked normal. No half-packed bag, no missing essentials, no note left in haste.