One weekend, while searching for a bandage in her vanity, I accidentally slid open the bottom drawer. Inside, perfectly arranged like soldiers, were dozens of lipsticks — the same brand and shade as the stains I kept finding. My wife walked in just as I picked one up. She burst out laughing when she saw my face. She explained that she often tucked napkins in my pockets to test shades or blot excess lipstick when rushing out the door. Over time, she’d forgotten about them completely.

I felt both relieved and foolish. We talked it through, and she apologized for assuming the worst that first time. I learned to check my pockets before panicking, and she promised to stop using my jackets as her makeup station. What had almost become a serious misunderstanding ended up becoming one of those stories we laugh about now — proof that sometimes, the strangest mysteries have the simplest explanations.