Man Finds Tracker Under Wife’s Car, Then He Finds Out Who Placed It There

Distrust at Home

Back home, Jack paced the living room, his mind racing. The cryptic words replayed in his head, each iteration twisting his stomach tighter. Alice noticed his unease immediately. “What’s wrong?” she asked. He hesitated, unsure of how to confront her. “Nothing,” he lied, forcing a smile. But Alice’s frown deepened. “I can tell when something’s bothering you, Jack.” Jack avoided her gaze, the growing divide between them gnawing at him.