Samantha’s POV
I didn’t cry when Mimi told me.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t shake. And I didn’t collapse into the nearest chair. Like some tragic heroine in a story that wasn’t mine... I just stood there, staring at the phone in her hand—my phone—the one Elise had taken with such urgency. As if she were doing me a favor and she cared.
“One of the janitors saw her throw it into the trash, Luna,” Mimi said softly, her voice almost apologetic. “The janitor told me he didn’t know what it was, at first. He just saw the first daughter of Falconer smile and walk passed them.”
I nodded but I don’t know why, maybe because I didn’t know what else to do. Why? My fingers curled around the device, its surface cold, the screen fractured like a mirror that was stoned..
Elise threw it away. She d
