At 11:42 p.m., my smart scale alerted me that a 115-pound “guest” was in my bathroom while I was at my best friend’s bachelorette party. My husband was home with our kids, and the weight didn’t match any of them. I rushed back home, and what I found left me speechless.
It was 11:42 p.m.
Five of my closest friends and I were in a hotel suite downtown for Brooke’s bachelorette party.
Jenna was waving a champagne flute like she was conducting an orchestra, and Hannah was trying to balance a plastic tiara on Brooke’s head.
Someone had cranked the music.
Lila was filming everything for a “last single night” montage that she’d already promised to turn into a highlight reel.
I almost ignored it when my phone buzzed in my pocket, but then I figured my husband, Jack, might be struggling with the kids.
I looked at the screen and frowned.
It wasn’t a message from Jack.
It was a notification from my smart scale app.
New weigh-in detected. Profile: Guest Weight: 115 lbs.
I stared at the screen.
Jack weighed just over 200 pounds. My seven-year-old son, Liam, was 72 soaking wet, and Ava, my five-year-old, hadn’t hit 50 yet.
Even if Liam and Ava were playing around and stood on the scale together, the numbers didn’t add up.
I tapped the notification to double-check the timestamp.
It clearly showed 11:42 p.m.
This wasn’t a delayed sync; it had happened in real time.
But that made no sense. Jack was home with the kids, just the three of them.
“Michelle!” Brooke laughed from across the room.
“You’re missing the toast!”
“Hang on,” I murmured.
Hannah lowered her glass.
“What’s up?
Why do you look like that?”
I turned my phone around and held it up. The five of them crowded in.
Lila’s camera dropped to her side.
Brooke snorted. “What, your house has ghosts now?”
“Skinny ghosts,” Jenna added.
They all laughed.
“Seriously, this is weird,” I murmured.
“That’s happening right now.”
They exchanged worried looks.
Marissa sat beside me and peered at my phone screen.
“The kids must be asleep, and that’s too light to be Jack… you don’t think he brought his mom over to help him watch the kids?”
“Jack would do that,” Lila remarked.
I considered that for a while, then shook my head. “Brenda is too tall to weigh that little without turning skeletal.”
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