Grace's hand shook. The phone nearly slipped right through her fingers. She stood there frozen.
"Wait. I still have backups. There's still time to upload everything again."
Something flared in her eyes. She rushed back to me.
"The backup. Give it to me. Now."
I laughed. I pulled the shattered wreck of a phone out of my pocket and held it out in front of her.
Grace had always thought USB drives were too small and too easy to lose. She thought cloud backups took up too much space and weren't secure enough.
So she stored every last backup on my phone.
'Such a shame.'
"I should probably mention that there are exactly three minutes left until the submission portal closes. Grace, you smashed your last chance with your own two hands."
Her hand stopped just before it touched the broken ph
