Celine hops off the counter, puts her bowl in the sink, then walks over to Nate and sits down next to him. “How’s it looking?” He smiles,
“You need a new SIM card, but otherwise it looks good. You should be able to get your photos, contacts, etc. But you won’t be able to make calls or text anyone until we can get you a new SIM.” But she has a phone, with internet, and her pictures of home. She brings up her pictures and starts to scroll through them. There were lots of her doing things with her various cousins.
Even some of the time she’d gone to the music festival in town. There was even one of her kissing the only boy she’d ever kissed before George, which had been at the music festival. She quickly goes to delete it but George is looking over her shoulder and stops her,
“Hang on, wh
