Hazel
Tessy? What in Pete’s name is she doing here?
I stood there and stared at her for a full two seconds before I remembered my phone was on the wet tiles behind me, soaking up the rain coming in sideways through the gap at the entrance.
I snapped out of it and went for the phone.
The screen was bad. Not cracked-corner bad, properly, thoroughly bad. An ink spreads from one corner to the other. I pressed the side button, but nothing came up. Pressed it again, held it, waited, yet nothing. No light, vibration, or sign of anything living in there.
I stood up, still pressing the button, hoping that it would turn on.
Tessy scoffed behind me.
"The little gold digger can't afford a proper phone."
Before I had turned around fully, she had crossed the space between us, taken the phone f
