Nothing prepares you for the secrets that surface after someone dies. A week after my husband’s sudden passing at 35, I discovered he’d been using a location tracking service. When I logged in, the system showed his device moving through our city in real time.
My hands shook as I followed the digital trail, only to have my world upended again when a mysterious chat conversation appeared. A woman’s message popped up, followed by a response from his account – with a photo of another man entirely. The emotional rollercoaster of that moment still haunts me. Was this evidence of an affair? A stolen identity? Or just some cruel technological glitch? Some questions have no answers, only the hollow space where trust used to be.
