Rachel: I can beg, you know? Do you want me to beg? “Say whatever it is you’re thinking over there before your head explodes.” Ding. Maggie could have denied that she was snooping, but she was far too tired and too jet-lagged to try. “You’re . . . popular.” “These are from the last eight hours. We must have just gotten service.” “Oh.” She looked at her own phone. Twenty percent battery. Two bars. And not a single sound.
