The next morning, Solomon left in a rush for an early breakfast meeting, and in his hurry he left something behind on his nightstand: a sleek black phone I had never seen before.

I did not touch it.

I want to be clear about that, because it mattered to me then and it mattered later, legally: I never picked up my husband’s second phone.

I did not have to.

As I stood there looking at it, the screen lit up on its own, and the notifications came in, one after another, in full preview, for anyone standing in the room to read.

Jennifer: Are we still good for tomorrow?