At first, I laughed. It seemed like the kind of thing one of his friends would do after a few drinks. But the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. Who had written it? And why?
That night, I lay in bed next to Travis, who was snoring softly, and stared at the ceiling. The words echoed in my mind, refusing to let me sleep. “Keep the change.” It was such a simple phrase, but it felt like a warning, like something was off.
I tried to push the thoughts away, telling myself it was just a joke. Travis had never given me a reason not to trust him. We had a good marriage – solid, built on years of love and mutual respect. He wouldn’t jeopardize that, would he?
But still, doubt crept in, little by little, until it was all I could think about.