The Don Took a Mistress, I Took Everything

He was asleep when I picked up his phone. The passcode was my birthday.His photo gallery was all me.His search history was all me too. His notes app. All me. My eyes burned.I told myself it was the hormones.Then a notification popped up from the navigation app.*"Based on your frequent routes, we've planned your trip to 812 Sutton Place. Estimated arrival: 15 minutes."* Our safe house was at 814.