My husband, 42, di:ed unexpectedly a month ago.
Yesterday, his phone chimed. It was a notification for a charge on his card.
The payment was for a hotel room, made just minutes earlier.
I quickly drove to that hotel address. On the way, a text popped on his phone. It said:
“I’m already at the hotel, waiting for you.
” I started sweating; my hands began to shake as I was driving,
Then, suddenly, his phone rang.
I froze when I heard a woman’s voice say,
“Where are you, love? I’ve been waiting for you for an hour!”
I screamed, asking who she was.
She sounded confused and said, “Isn’t this Jake’s phone?”
But my husband’s name wasn’t Jake.
His name was Daniel…
It turns out, that Jake was a 23-year-old
who had hacked into my late husband’s phone and taken all his personal information—
including his credit card. I contacted the authorities,
and they were able to fix everything. But for a brief moment,
I let myself believe the impossible.
That maybe, somehow… my husband was still alive.
