Passcode to the Past

I always thought my boyfriend’s phone passcode was my birthday.

Until today, on my actual birthday. I unlocked his phone to open Amazon, wanting to sneak a peek at the surprise he had ordered for me.

There was indeed an order—a beautiful cake—but the delivery address wasn’t mine.

Before I could process it, a Snapchat notification popped up on the screen.

"I got the cake and the gift. Thank you for always remembering."

The sender's name was Chloe. Chloe Miller. His first love.

In that single second, my mind went completely blank.

It turned out his passcode had never been set for me.