When Max had asked for the phone, his entire demeanor shifted in an instant. Just moments ago, he'd appeared completely swallowed up by his emotions, grief clinging to him like a heavy fog.
He had allowed all the memories of Abby to flood his mind, every good moment, every smile she had given him. He remembered the little things she used to do, the warmth she brought into his life. But just as easily as those memories surfaced, they flipped into something else entirely. His mind zeroed in on the one person responsible. The one who had created this situation, who had brought all of this crashing down.
"This is your phone," Aron said, pulling it out from his jacket. The device was sleek and pristine, without a single scratch or blemish on it. At first glance, it didn't even look like the same phone Max had been using before.
