Inside, there was all the usual fare: pack of gum, sunglasses, service records, and proof of insurance, but it was a small black cell phone that caught my attention. Immediately, I picked it up and turned it in my fingers. Rob’s cell had been lost in the fire, so I assumed it must have been a work phone or an older model he’d upgraded. Either way, Bree would want it back, so I plugged it into the charger and moved on without thinking much of it.
oh no. was he cheating? :/
