The Photo on Her Wall

Summary

Boredom is dangerous. To kill time and make extra cash, I took an online cat-sitting gig. Easy enough, I thought.

But entering the client’s apartment, the first thing I saw were couple photos on the wall.

I didn’t recognize the woman.

But the man… I knew him all too well. Jack, my boyfriend of seven years.

Just as my world tilted, the client texted:

“Are you at my place yet?”

Bitterly, I replied, “Yes. About to scoop the litter.”

“Great! After, could you spray air freshener? My boyfriend hates the cat smell.”

Then: “And take the trash out? Thanks!”