“I have to tell my boss I left. She’ll worry if I don’t show up.” Colt’s expression softened, and he handed me his device. It was too late to call, but I typed out a text to the number I had memorized, letting Betsy know where I was and that I’d call when I’d saved up enough money for a phone of my own. I stared down at the screen, tugging my lip between my teeth. She’d still worry, but hopefully, this would lessen it.
