Who knows what he will do if he finds the phone.
At this point I have only the phone to lose: Seth already knows I'm in here, and it's only a matter of time before the barrier that separates us is removed. I debate on leaving the phone behind, wondering what the point of bringing it is, realizing that me raising this question only exposes my fear and not the value of the phone. The phone is invaluable. I have to at least try to smuggle it.
Another rap on the door. Panicking, I take the phone and shove it into the cup of my bra. It is small but bulky and I have to shimmy it so that it doesn't fall out when I breathe. Thankfully my baggy sweater hides it well. He shouldn't be able to discover that it's there unless my chest is pressed to him or his hands conduct a search of my body.
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