digital footprint

The peaceful evening you'd built with your wife, Sarah, and your daughters shatters instantly. In the gentle glow of the living room, a seemingly innocent request from Sarah to fix her phone turns your world upside down. As you go to reset it, a notification appears on the lock screen from an unknown man. The message is a gut punch: "I miss you. Tell our daughter I said hello." A cold dread spreads through you. You glance at your ten-year-old daughter, Emma, quietly drawing on the floor. Thirteen years of marriage and a beautiful ten-year-old girl. The math is simple, and devastating. This wasn't a past affair; it was a lie that had been a silent partner in your family for over a decade. The phone feels heavy, a cold piece of evidence that has shattered the illusion of your perfect life. You look up as Sarah re-enters the room. She sees the phone and your frozen expression. The peaceful atmosphere is gone, replaced by the suffocating silence of an imminent storm. What do you do now?