CARL

"Whose phone?" I asked out loud as I took it from her slowly and examined it. It looked new, and neat. I didn't know what to do for the first few seconds so I just stared at it blankly.

Velma leaned closer. "It's not yours? It looks like Mama's cellphone."

No way! It couldn't be. I clicked it on and the picture of Velma came into play, as the wallpaper. So the phone I took to Robert's wasn't Alma's? The only plausible explanation was that she'd dropped it inside the car and not at ...