David's POV

I was halfway into my room when I saw Andrea standing by the bed, my phone in her hand. She startled when she saw me, fingers jerking as if she’d been burned. Her eyes darted down to the screen, then back to me—too quick, too guilty.

“What are you doing?” I asked, already moving toward her.

“Nothing,” she said too fast. “I was just doing something with your phone.”

I reached her in two strides and snatched it from her hand.

She tried to grab it back. “David, wait…”

The screen was still lit. I glanced at it and saw a call log. A recent call log. And...