Before she remembered that she left her phone closer to me, I quickly sprang into action like a coiled spring. I delved my hands into her bag and brought out the phone.
First things first, knowing that my vigilant searching of her phone could be interrupted by any sudden call, I pulled down her phone screen and tapped on the airplane icon. Now that I saw that her network was off and her phone was in airplane mode, I knew that the darkness in the library could easily give me away; hence, I reduced her phone brightness to ten percent.
With this done, I brought up her home screen and realized that her phone was not passworded or locked with any kind of different lock.
“This husband snatcher is not that smart after all,” I thought as I lifted a brow and swiped the screen to the right in sea
