Back in my room, I closed the door behind me and flopped face-first onto the plush mattress, letting out a long sigh. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone. My thumb hovered over the keypad for a moment before I typed in the familiar digits—the number that used to belong to Linda.
I sent a quick, simple text: L?
I set the phone on my chest and stared up at the ceiling, waiting. A few excruciating minutes passed before the screen lit up with a single notification: K?
A smile broke across my face, and my fingers flew across the keyboard. Yes! I had to be sure you still had the same number.
You have a phone now? she replied almost instantly.
Can you talk? I asked.
Yes.
Without waiting another second, I hit the FaceTime button and brought the phone up to my face. The ring tone
