Chance’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me with a look of confusion on his face, before he asked me, “Are you sure you had it with you at the library? I mean it has been a stressful week. Maybe you are mistaken.”
I knew it all sounded crazy, and I was a fool for mentioning it to him, making him probably question my own mental state at that moment. Not wanting him to worry about me, like he was worried about Mazie, I said to him, “You’re probably right. It has been a stressful week, and there’s no other explanation of how it could have gotten into my locker.”
“You know what, give me your phone.” Chance now says to me, making me wonder what he was going to do with it, but instead of questioning him, I pulled my phone out, handing it to him.
Chance looked at both sides of my phone fi
