Connected Speaker, Disconnected Husband
On day two of Matthew's so-called business trip, I was wiping down the counter when I said, "Auri, play some music."
Instead of music, a syrupy voice chirped,
"Sure thing, my Baby Moon. Oh, and Matthew, don't forget Bibi's birthday surprise tonight."
I froze. The speaker blasted some random playlist, but all I heard was 'Bibi.' Matthew Kein was my husband. So who the hell was Bibi?
I called him. "Did you mess with our smart speaker?"
A beat of silence, then his fake laugh. "Oh, a buddy dropped by. Probably logged his account in. Why?"
I laughed back like I bought it, then hung up. Two taps later, I was scrolling the login history, already hailing a cab to the company tied to that mystery account.