The Wifey On His Burner Phone
Language: en
My son, Leo, stood in the doorway, holding a phone. I was washing dishes and asked, without looking, “Where did you get that?” “From Dad.” “Put it back.” “But Dad has two phones, Mom.” I dried my hands and walked over. It was an older Samsung, not the sleek new iPhone Daniel usually carried. “This one…” I took the phone. The screen lit up. The WeChat interface. The pinned chat was labeled, “Wifey.” I stared at the two words, my fingers going rigid. “Mom, the other phone Dad has, there’s an auntie who calls him ‘Honey,’ too.” Leo tilted his head, blinking up at me, his face…