Tracing My Husband’s Lies

When I drove my husband's car home, I casually activated the voice assistant: "Navigate home."

But the screen pinpointed an unfamiliar apartment complex.

"Sure thing, preparing to depart. I've located 'Ethan and Rosie's Love Nest' for you."

My heart sank. Who was Rosie?

I immediately called my husband: "Did someone mess with the navigation settings in your car?"

There was a second of silence on the other end, then a casual laugh:

"Oh, that. Last week Marcus borrowed the car to pick up his girlfriend. Probably some cheesy thing those young lovebirds set up. I'll talk to him about it."