A Doubtful Delivery: Secrets Wrapped in Silence

I receive a message one day.

"Your condoms have been delivered. Total to be paid: XX dollars."

I distinctly remember that I've never made such an order, but the address and phone number are mine.

I call my husband, but he only says differently, "My godsister ordered them. She's too shy to use her details, so she used yours. It's not like it'll affect you."

I nod silently. She might as well not have them if she can't afford to pay for them.