Scout’s POV
"He didn't do this," I whispered to the empty woods.
I stared at the glowing rectangle in my palm until the words blurred. The notification was cold and final. My message hadn't gone through. I tried one more time, my thumb trembling as I hit send. The same error popped up immediately.
My father was many things, but he wasn't tech-savvy. He still used one finger to hunt for letters on the keyboard. He didn't know how to navigate deep enough into his settings to find a block list. He barely remembered his own passcode half the time. There was no way he had manually cut me out of his life.
Someone else had done it for him.
The realization sat like lead in my stomach. Simone or Henley had taken his phone while he wasn't looking. Maybe they told him I was a threat. Maybe they
