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He was always open with his phone and was always happy to let me use it. I knew his password. He thought he knew my password, but I’d changed it since I’d started getting messages from Tom. I’d turned off the notifications, too, so that Harry wouldn’t see a message from him pop up on the screen. Honestly, I was living as though I was the one having an affair.
“That’s odd,” he said. “I’ve got a message from PayPal.”
At that point I was thinking I needed to have my blood pressure checked. I was two days from my test results and every time I moved that stupid bear into another room Harry brought it back again. It didn’t seem to bother him that he hadn’t a clue who’d sent it to us. Right then it was sitting on the armchair staring at us both. I was trying to relax, ready for sleep, but my eyes kept meeting the bear’s eyes. I panicked, wondering whether Tom had fitted it with a recording device, and went over to put it in the spare room.
“How strange,” said Harry. “It says someone’s sent me a hundred pounds through PayPal.”
“It’ll be a scam.” I was half-asleep and just wanted him to switch the lamp off and shut up. “The newspapers are full of this sort of thing. Someone puts money into your account and says it was a mistake. You send it back but they’ve already withdrawn their money. Just ignore it.”
“No.” He sounded confused. “There’s a message. It says, ‘You might need this after the baby’s born!’”
My eyes snapped open. “What?” I sat up and took his phone.
The sender’s name was simply T.
“Who do we know whose name begins with T?” asked Harry. Thankfully he’d turned the lamp off by then and couldn’t see my face. I didn’t answer and pretty soon he went to sleep.
I lay there for hours, thinking about Tom, just as he’d intended. I knew that he was going to keep going on and on until I snapped.
I didn’t think he’d have long to wait.
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