NO.
No, no, no.
Avery dug through the drawers again, through the other drawers, through her still-unpacked boxes. Under her pillows, her blanket, her mattress, her bed—it just wasn’t there. It wasn’t anywhere.
It was gone.
The twins.
“Jamie!” She shouted. “Jamie!”
Jamie’s footsteps thundering up seemed to be in time with the rapid pounding of her heart. He burst in within moments. “What’s wrong?”
“My—my phone. It’s not—it’s not there,” she said, barely able to form words.
Jamie swore and quickly came over to her. He led her to the rumpled bed and sat her down, taking his own place beside her. “Okay. Okay, just breathe, alright?”
Avery focused on timing her breaths with his but it wasn’t helping, nothing was helping, the phone was gone and now the twins were going to tell Aunt Stac
