- ARIA
The panic didn’t hit me all at once. It was a slow, sickening crawl that started in my stomach and ended with me frantically dumping the contents of my bag onto the backseat of the silver sedan.
Lipstick. A crumbled receipt. My office ID. A stray pacifier I’d forgotten I was carrying. But no phone.
"No, no, no, no," I breathed, my hands shaking as I shoved the seat cushions aside. "Joe, please tell me you saw it. My phone. I had it when I left the office."
Joe glanced in the rearview mirror, his expression shifting from calm to concerned. "I haven’t seen it, Luna. Did you have it when you got into the car?"
"I… I don’t know!" I felt like I was losing my mind. "I was so tired, I might have dropped it on the walk to the pickup spot. Or on the subway stairs. Oh god, Jo
