(Mira)
Last night before I went to sleep I made sure to get rid of the old phone. I was happy that I got a new one, but also feeling disappointed in myself for letting Harlow give it to me. She's nice and I didn't want her to think I was using her kindness or taking advantage of her generosity. But she'd insisted. And the truth was, I needed it.
I set the old phone on the floor and stomped on it. Hard. The screen shattered. I stomped on it again. And again. Until the phone was nothing but broken plastic and crushed metal.
I swept up the pieces and threw them in a trash bag. Took it out to the dumpster behind The Spoke.
Tyler couldn't find me anymore.
I felt lighter after that. Safer.
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My shift started at eleven. I got dressed and went downstairs to help Hank set up for the lunch
