“No,” I replied calmly. “I didn’t even know the wedding was today.”
Silence. Then a sharp exhale.
"The system is showing cancellations from your login."
“My login information hasn’t changed,” I said. “Unless…”
Then I felt like I had been slapped.
Two weeks earlier, Emily had borrowed my laptop. Hers was supposedly being repaired. I hadn't noticed—siblings share devices all the time.
But if she had stayed logged in… or saved passwords… or synced anything…
Someone else could have used my account. Someone in her circle.
Someone like Jessica, her maid of honor, who always despised me.
Still on the phone, I opened the emails I'd sent. The Caribbean Wi-Fi started to freeze, but eventually it loaded—and I felt sick.
There were automatic updates from providers confirming cancellations.
All of them had an expiration date of three days earlier—when I was already in Barbados.
This means someone canceled everything using my synced access.
“Noah,” I said, standing up, “someone used my login, but it wasn’t me.”
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