‘Good,’ I thought happily.

My hands moved towards my bedside, my gaze roaming around as I looked for my phone.

“My phone, where is it?” I thought. My eyes widened in horror as the last time I held my phone came rushing back in my mind.

Jennifer cut the call on me, and before I could keep my phone, I was dragged out of the alley.

“Oh God,” I muttered. My phone must still be somewhere back in the alley.

“So where is it, Leah? Huh? Where is your proof?” Jennifer asked, feigning a ...