
My Husband Told Me to Stop Worrying About His Locked Desk Drawer — So I Opened It When He Was Out of Town
I noticed the lock on a Tuesday. A simple, silver lock on the bottom drawer of Adam’s desk. It wasn’t flashy or particularly noticeable, but it didn’t belong there. Adam was careful with his things, but he’d never locked anything away from me before. “What’s with the new security measure?” I asked casually. Adam barely looked up from his laptop. “Oh, that? Just some work stuff I need to keep organized.” “Must be pretty important,” I said, watching him closely. “Not really.” He shrugged, then quickly changed the subject. “What