Cassie felt an overwhelming urge to go through her boyfriend’s phone. There it sat on his bed, just lying there, almost taunting her as if it was beckoning her name. She bit her bottom lip softly, debating with herself. I trust him, she thought, but then added, But I just need to make sure he’s not being stupid. Her eyes flickered toward the bathroom, where her boyfriend was showering.

She hesitated, her mind racing, until she couldn’t resist any longer. Her hand shot out, grabbing his phone. She cursed under her breath when the passcode screen appeared. "What is it?" she whispered to herself, her thumbs hovering over the screen, trying to guess. She tried his birthday first, but the phone vibrated and she hissed, "Shit." Panicking, she quickly typed in the date they’d gotten together, and this time, the phone unlocked without hesitation. Her heart was pounding as she dove into every corner of his life — social media, messages, even his emails. Nothing was off-limits.

She scrolled through his camera roll, even checking the recently deleted folder. She was completely absorbed in her search, oblivious to the sound of the shower turning off. The next thing she knew, she froze. "What are you doing?" The voice came from behind her, sharp and clear. Cassie’s breath caught in her throat. She looked up to see him standing there, towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets dripping down his body. "Nothing... I’m not doing anything," she stammered, scrambling to shut the phone. But it was too late. His camera roll was wide open on the screen, and she knew there was no hiding what she’d done.