My phone buzzed at 2 a.m., dragging me from sleep. Half-awake, I answered without checking the caller ID. A woman’s voice snapped, “Stay away from Max and his family, or I’ll tell your husband everything.” My heart pounded.
Max? I didn’t know any Max. Before I could reply, she hung up. I turned to my husband. “It’s for you,” I whispered. He took the phone and said softly, “Yeah.” My stomach dropped.
After the call, he said calmly, “Just a mix-up. Max is a coworker—his wife must’ve called the wrong number.” The next morning, he showed me texts proving it. Relief replaced fear. That night reminded me: trust isn’t about never doubting—it’s believing, even when uncertainty knocks.
