“a graduate degree in suspicious behavior.”

Then Callum entered my life.

And refused to behave suspiciously.

On our third date, he put his unlocked phone on the restaurant table.

“I don’t do secrets.”

I laughed.

“Everybody has secrets.”

“Fine.

I don’t do the kind that requires remembering which lie I told on Tuesday.”

That was Callum.

For four years, there were no unexplained disappearances.

No mystery accounts.

No hidden phones.

No suddenly changed passwords.