My husband's gym buddy, Ryan, was supposedly crashing on our living room recliner because a plumbing emergency shut off his apartment's water.
At 1:30 AM, his exhausted wife FaceTimed me. "Soph, Ryan isn't answering his texts. Can you put him on?"
Behind my phone, my husband frantically waved his arms, threw a blanket over his shoulders, and faked a yawn. "Tell her he’s in the bathroom! I'll cover for him!" he whispered.
"Hold on, let me check," I told her.
Instead of checking the recliner, I opened my Find My app. Ryan had borrowed my husband’s heavy-duty toolcase earlier, which had an AirTag inside. It wasn't at our house...it was pinging right outside his own apartment building. Realizing he was actually there trying to fix the issue, I decided to back him up.
Before his wife noticed the delay, my husband slid into the frame...