Someone Was Here

The day before I was due home from a business trip, a new entry popped up on my weight-tracking app. It was seven pounds lighter than me. I changed my flight and went home immediately. The snack cabinet was half-empty. The stash of Cokes in the fridge was gone, and even the milk had been replaced with strawberry-flavored—a flavor I despise. On the coffee table sat a few bags of strawberry cookies, something my husband and I never eat. I dialed his number. "Who's been over?" After a month away, it felt like someone else had been living in my home. There was a distinct pause on his end. "...Drake brought his girlfriend over yesterday for a bit. Why? Is something wrong?" "It's nothing," I said softly and hung up. Then, I opened the Instagram of Drake's girlfriend. Her latest post screamed at me from the screen: 【OMG! Does anyone else have a strawberry allergy?! The smell alone makes me want to puke! I CAN'T STAND IT!!】 ...

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