MILLIE'S POV
I woke up to the throbbing pain in my arm where Sabrina had cut me. The bandage was clean but the pain was constant, a reminder of how close I'd come to sharing my mother's fate.
Braham was already awake, standing by the window with his phone pressed to his ear. I caught fragments of his conversation.
"...Yes, the police found it last night... No, the screen is completely shattered but the internal memory might be intact... they'll send it to a forensic data recovery specialist..."
My heart jumped. The phone. The confession.
I sat up too quickly and my arm protested. Braham noticed immediately, ended his call and rushed to the bed.
"Easy. How's the arm?"
"Painful. But manageable."
He sat on the edge of the bed.
"The screen of your phone is destroyed, but the internal
