HAZEL
Axel slid his phone into his pocket. Then turned his head toward me.
“You didn’t pick up your phone.”
I blinked.
“What phone?”
“I was calling you,” he said calmly, as if I were the crazy one. “To tell you to get ready. You weren’t picking up.”
I stared at him, completely confused.
“I… don’t have a phone.” I began, “You took my phone from me, remember?”
He tilted his head slightly. Annoyed. Critical. Like he was evaluating whether I was lying or just stupid.
“I gave you a phone, Hazel.” His voice sharpened. “Or have you forgotten?”
My stomach tightened.
“I was actually waiting for you to come and say thank you,” he continued, I detected q hint of sarcasm in his tone “For the phone. And for the money in your account.”
I froze.... Money. Phone.
The ones he gave me after h
