The next day, as the sun filtered through the curtains, I found myself staring at the sleek, new phone Faruk had given me, he had sent ridiculous lovey-dovey messages acting like we were a loving couple.
I hadn’t touched the phone much since yesterday, except to change his contact name to something more fitting. I wasn’t sure why I held onto it, but something about the idea of having a connection to the outside world—no matter how small—kept me intrigued.
After a while, curiosity got the better of me. I remembered the phone Rickie had given me and the number saved inside. Feeling a sudden surge of longing for familiar voices, I searched through the contacts and found Rosie’s number, and typed it into the new phone. My fingers hovered over the call button for a moment before I finally pr
