Chapter Eighteen
I clear up the pots from the day before. Normally I do it after each meal, but Oscar has been spending more time here over the past few days, and I want to make the most of it. Which involves putting things off until he's gone.
My phone dings as I'm putting the dry plates away, and I wipe my hands off before grabbing it, expecting a text from him. When I unlock it, I don't find any notifications, which is when I realise it must have been my other phone.
Finally. Contact. It's been weeks, and I have no idea why.
I switch phones and pull up the messaging app we use. It's an encrypted one which will destroy messages ten minutes after they're read. I doubt it's fool proof, and most tech experts will be able to decode it within seconds, but it's better than nothing.
I grab
