But last Tuesday, I found all three.
I woke her up. Not gently. Not with a “good morning.” I held the phone up like a detective in a cop show. “What is this?” a wifes phone bloody ink
And I saw the ink.
I zoomed in. That’s when I saw the second photo. Her hand—the one that holds the brush—gripping a roll of paper towels. The paper towels weren’t white anymore. They were black with something that looked like ink but smelled like iron. But last Tuesday, I found all three
Sometimes, it’s just a broken fountain pen and the shadow of your own paranoia. If you found a photo like that on your partner’s phone, would you assume blood or ink ? Let me know in the comments. But last Tuesday