I stood up and walked past Shelby toward the bedroom. This time, she wasn’t pretending to be asleep, and in the moonlight, I could see her head raised as she watched me. She continued to stare at me for a moment, as if she knew I were up to no good, and then let her head drop back down on her mattress.

I watched her for a moment before walking into the bedroom and climbing into bed.

Whatever.

She couldn’t be judging me any harder than I was already judging myself.

• • •

The passcode came to me in the middle of the night.

I was dreaming about the two of them again. Ryan’s back as he stood outside Emma’s apartment building. Emma’s face as she stared down at him. In my dream, I wasn’t in my car at all but standing on the other side of the street, arms at my sides as I watched them. Suddenly, the scene in front of me became blurry, until just one element stood out clearly in the dark night—the address of the building, 115, the brass numbers clinging to the bricks.

0-1-1-5.

One of the most common passcodes is home addresses, past and present.

But not Ryan’s address.

Emma’s.

I sat up and crept out of bed, looking back at Keith as I did. He was on his back, his mouth open, his soft snores filling the room. I walked into the living room, where my purse was still sitting on the coffee table. I fished out Ryan’s phone and then held my breath as I typed in the four digits.

0-1-1-5.

If it didn’t work, I didn’t know what I would do—

But then suddenly, I didn’t have to think about that anymore. The keypad slid away from the screen, and just like that, I was instantly staring at the app-covered background of Ryan Hooks’s cell phone.

You have got to be kidding me.

I sat there for a full minute, staring at it, the bright apps seeming to dance in front of my eyes in the dark room. I began to scroll through them. Ryan had all the usual suspects: Twitter, Instagram, YouTube, Snapchat. He also had a few games, more than one that looked like Candy Crush but were called something else.

I don’t know what I expected to find—maybe a top-secret app called For Celebrity Eyes Only—but there was nothing out of the norm.

It was just a phone.