It appeared to have been recorded from inside a parked car across the street from a downtown restaurant I recognized.
The timestamp read 10:47 p.m. the previous Friday.
Marcus had told me he was working late that night.
In the video, his car pulled up.
He got out.
A woman entered the frame and walked directly toward him.
Marcus opened his arms.
Then hugged her.
The recording ended.
No kiss.
No conversation.
Just that embrace.
Behind me, Marcus asked,
“What are you watching?”
I immediately locked my phone.
“Who were you with Friday night?”
His face went still.
It was an expression I knew after eleven years of marriage.
Not exactly guilt.
Calculation.
The face of a man deciding which version of a story would be safest to tell.
“What?”
“Friday night. You said you were working late.”
“I was.”
“Who were you with afterward?”
His eyes dropped toward my phone.
