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My husband Peter Thomas's phone began to ring, but it was not the one he always carried. The sound rose from beneath the bed. I knelt, peered through the gap between the frame and the carpet, and saw an old iPhone pulsing in the dark. The screen showed one word: Honey, and a small heart. I stared for five seconds, then remembered that on his usual phone, my name was simply my name, with no heart.