My phone screen went black right in the middle of checking the time. Dead. Just like that. I cursed under my breath and started tearing through my room, yanking open drawers and shoving aside clothes. Where was that damn charger? I finally spotted it tangled behind the nightstand, yanked it free, and plugged it into the wall. The little lightning bolt appeared after a few seconds, but the phone stayed off. I paced while it charged, heart thumping louder than the clock on the wall.
Minutes dragged by. I kept glancing at the blank screen, willing it to wake up. Then came the knock at the front door—sharp, impatient. Jake. I thought to myself. He’s eager to fall into my trap right? No problem.
I went downstairs and opened the door. Jake stood there with his hand still raised like he was abo
