“Where’s your cell phone?” I suddenly realized I hadn’t taken it with me when I left. I hadn’t had one for so long it was hard to remember. “I forgot it.” “Convenient.” I swallowed. “I wrote a note.” “So I heard.” His gaze fell to my hand. “Where did you find that?” I glanced at the lighter, recognizing I’d brought it with me. “On the floor after you got into it with my brother.” “You kept it.” “Yes.” “Why?” I hesitated, a lie forming on my tongue before I swallowed it down. I felt bad enough about today that I couldn’t stand to be untruthful. “It was yours,” I breathed. It went so quiet I
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