PART 3 – The Phone Shattered Under Trent’s Shoe, but the Signal He Never Knew Existed Had Already Left Our House
For half a second, nobody spoke. Pieces of my phone lay beneath Trent’s shoe, catching the weak kitchen light like chips of ice. The screen flickered once through a spiderweb …
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