And in those six days, watching, I saw everything I needed to see.

I watched Julian take his phone into the shower with him now, so it was never out of his sight.

I watched him change his passcode.

I watched him spray cologne before every single one of his late shifts, grooming himself for someone who was not his wife.

Every small furtive act confirmed what the phone call had told me.

And while he groomed and lied and snuck around, believing his tired, distracted wife suspected nothing, I was quietly, methodically preparing what I would come to think of as our anniversary gift.