Phone

The Lyft driver pulled closer to the curb, Jason jumped in after exchanging names, then settled back for the twenty-minute ride home. The business meeting downtown went better than expected, new client likely, Jason tried to call his wife but no answer. He settled down into the seat cushion, his hand falling to the back seam, when he felt something. Digging down slowly into the crease, he pulled out a thin, black cell phone. Jason paused before mentioning his find to the quiet driver. It's oddly very much like his wife's phone, Jason thought, turning it over in his palm. Wait. It WAS his wife's phone! Wow! What're the odds, he mused? He knew his wife had some errands to run, this would explain her not answering his calls. Jason hits the power button, the phone comes on. But, then he  started to think. He'd never looked at his wife's phone before, why would he? Just like why would he think she waa going anywhere besides an errand? Could he even get past the phone's screen saver? Should he try? If Jason checked her last destination, texts, contacts, or emails, what would he read? But, what would doing that also say about him, about his level of real trust? The driver's voice broke his thoughts, "Here okay?" Jason jumped out, in a weather storm of troubling feelings. He felt especially bad for his doubts. Then, at his front door, pulling the key out of the lock, Jason shouts "Hey love, you're not gonna believe this!"