When they started to talk, I stepped away from him. I don't want to know what he is going to say why I am with him or what happened. I just don't want to hear my brother's panicked voice and curses. I tried to look for my phone again.

"Miss, are you looking for this?" a boy in his early twenties came somewhere holding a cellphone. I tried to recognize it and my eyes widened when I clearly see the color of its case.

"Oh! H-How did you get that?" I asked looking at him and ...