Clara sat up slowly.
Her eyes remained fixed on Jake.
He was still standing beside the shelf, his hand hovering over her phone. For several seconds, neither of them moved.
The room was completely silent.
Then Clara spoke. “Why are you touching my phone?”
Jake froze. He turned around slowly. “I thought it was mine.”
Clara stared at him. “Your phone is on the nightstand.”
Jake glanced toward the other side of the bed. His phone was exactly where she had said it was.
He looked back at Clara. “I made a mistake.”
Clara pushed the blanket aside and got out of bed. “A mistake?”
“Yes.”
She stood up and walked toward him. Jake stepped away from the shelf. Clara stopped in front of him. Her eyes dropped to the phone in his hand. “You were going to delete something, weren’t you?”
Jake sai
