“f**k…”
I pass my hand in my hair, as I go through my phone again. Nothing looks different, but something happened to my phone. It has to be, Michael’s contact couldn’t have changed by itself.
‘Not something, someone,’ I remind myself.
I sigh, locking the screen, to look at the pond. Michael had to leave for the police station, but I can still hear his voice from our last conversation.
‘Who had access to your phone lately?’ Michael had asked me.
I couldn’t picture any person who would have access to it, but at the same time, everyone could have taken it. It’s locked by a pin, but I know that with the right tools, it’s not that difficult to crack. I keep it with me in my purse, but I don’t keep my eyes on it every time. I know I leave it in my office when I go take a break.
‘When did
