The Story:
A week after my 35-year-old husband died suddenly, I looked through his emails. I found a “location tracking” service he had secretly subscribed to for months. Curious, I logged in using one of his old passwords. To my shock, it showed his live location—not far from our home.
After taking a few minutes to calm down, I got in my car to go check it out. Suddenly, a chat window popped up on the screen with a photo of a girl and a message from a username I didn’t know, asking, “Are you still there? What should we do next?” Then, someone replied from my husband’s account with a selfie, but it wasn’t my husband.
I felt sick when I realized that someone else had hacked his account. I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or even more heartbroken at the small hope that he might still be alive.
