Chapter 24Evelyn
Evelyn stared at the index card-sized black rectangle that Cory had insisted was a phone. She’d honestly believed that the return of her memories would make her feel less lost and confused, but it was turning out that the opposite was true. Even when she couldn’t recall details, she knew what common objects were and what they looked like. A phone never looked like this! While they had changed from the old candlestick phones her parents had grown up with, phones hadn’t changed that much in Evelyn’s lifetime. They all had a dial and a receiver with an earpiece and mouthpiece, connected by a curly cord. They either sat on a desk or nightstand and plugged into a phone jack on the wall or were mounted directly into a jack on the wall at about face-height.
But this thing—! It
