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Once inside, I pull my phone out and type in my passcode, ignoring the extra weight of the device thanks to the tracker on the back.

Over and over, I swipe my thumb over my phone screen to clear my earlier fingerprints and hover over the message Silas sent himself from my phone.

Aside from Indigo, I don’t text anyone, so seeing the addition to my message threads tugs at the tender muscle in my chest.

Exiting out of Silas’ message, my fingers guide me to the last thing Indigo messagedme.

The neatly torn open envelope with my name scrolled across in cursive.

And the letter inside isn’t a letter at all, just a string of ten numbers I assume is a phone number.

But who? The only people who know where I live are Weston and Adonis.

I can’t think of another soul who would be trying to get in touch with me, let alone so cryptically?

My eyes trace the number I memorized after reading it the third time.

704-555-8851

I could typethe number into my phone and send them a message. In fact, I almost do, but when Victor calls out to me, I scramble to press the button on the side of my phone until the screen is black.

“Are you okay, Ms. Delilah?”

Genuine concern coats his question, and I smile at him in the rear-view mirror. A real smile despite the thunderous thumping in my chest.

“I’m okay.”

Interlude — Dinner Date

ADONIS

Me: Come to dinner, Ms. Rose

Delilah: Who is this?

Knowing I programmed my contact info into her phone and she’s currently staring at it, I close my eyes, counting to five.

Me: Adonis

Delilah: How did you get this number?

Me: I know everything about you

Delilah: Way to ruin a joke by being a creep

Me: I don’t do jokes

Delilah: Surely, you can eat a meal withoutme

Me: Can. Don’t want to.

Delilah: You miss me? Is that why you’re being so needy?

Me: I just told you I don’t do jokes, Ms. Rose.

Me: And there’s nothing needy about telling you dinner is ready

Delilah: I prefer Delilah