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What really made it hard to get her bearings were her eyes themselves, which were swollen from crying and plastered with an unladylike amount of gunk. She remained on her back and groggily groped for her smartphone next to her pillow and held it up. The power button had been battered from use and she had pestered her parents endlessly for a trendier model, but Christmas and New Year’s had come and gone and still no love. Kate held the phone upright. Thanks to an app called the Magic On and Off, she didn’t need to crush her thumb just to wake her phone up. The app detected the orientation of her device and could tell when she wanted to use it.

Shaking away those crazy college days memories that are starting to resurface, I choose the Virtual Pad Mode and a virtual screen for the IPad floats five inches up to the small circular screen of the wristwatch where the time and location flashes dimly. "Now, for that, you need to put your thumb just an inch away above the virtual screen and the fingerprint scanner and DNA tester will do their work," he instructed as the screen says, "PLEASE INPUT YOUR IDENTIFICATION PASS." Without being told twice, I did as I am told and in just a moment, the screen flashes, "IDENTIFICATION CONFIRMED!" The applications are just like those on normal IPads, only that they have different icon designs. I notic

I want to sigh in relief, but I’m afraid to make a single sound. Slowly, I hold the phone in front of one of his unmoving hands. This is going to be the hardest part. Using the softest touch I can muster, I gingerly take his thumb and shift it every so slightly forward. It seems to take forever before the pad of his fingers brushes against the screen. The lock screen disappears, revealing a sea of apps. Thank fucking goodness. I slide the phone away from him as carefully as possible and then tiptoe out of the room. Easing the door shut, I retrace my steps back downstairs to the living room.

“This is how you unlock it. Just swipe your finger like this.” He took her hand, his fingers guiding hers across the smooth screen. Her touch was hesitant, light, but Avyaan didn’t let go. “Try again,” he instructed. She did, and when the screen lit up, a small smile flickered across her face. “That’s better,” he said, his eyes softening at the sight of her smile. “Now, this is your call button. If you need me, you press this, and my number is already saved.” She glanced at him, her eyes speaking what her voice couldn’t—Why would I need this?

Even though I knew that, it didn’t stop me from swiping at the screen. “Come on, come on.” I muttered under my breath, pressing random numbers out of instinct. I had started with his birthday. And then with our wedding date. Then I moved on to my birthday. When I had run out of educated guesses, I just started punching in random numbers. The phone buzzed with each failed attempt, and soon, a pop-up message stating that the phone was locked for 24 hours appeared on the screen. “Fuck!” I cried. “You alright back there, miss?” The driver asked throwing me a glance in the rearview mirror.

So I played along, stalling for time while hoping he'd give me my phone back. Nathaniel relaxed when he realized I was finally willing to talk to him. He handed me the phone, and the second it was in my hand, I dialed the emergency number to call the police. "Why don't you believe me, Mae?" His face twisted with hurt when he saw what I was doing. "Don't blame me for this." Before I could react, he pulled a test tube from his pocket, uncapped it, and forced whatever was inside into my mouth. "What the hell is this?"

“I don’t even know how to turn off the Wi-Fi. Everything looks so different from my old Android.” He laughed softly, his voice deep and comforting. “Here, let me show you.” Adonis sat beside me, close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating off his body. His fingers brushed across the screen as he pointed things out one by one. “Swipe down from the top-right for quick controls. This is the camera. AirDrop, Face ID…” I nodded, pretending to focus, but truthfully—I was more distracted by the way his eyes lit up when he explained something. That spark of quiet excitement, that gentle patience—it was rare to see him so relaxed.

The guy sitting on the swivel chair said, twirling as he walked in. “Hmm, how's it going? Have you found a way to unlock Reene's phone?” The guy's face turned gloomy. “No sir, I think they knew the information her phone holds and so they were very keen on giving the phone almost unbreakable security. I think it can mainly be unlocked by her password, almost nothing else.” His jaw clenched. “You have to find a way to do it.” “I'm trying my best sir.” “I don't want to hear you're trying your best, I want you to unlock that damn phone and let me see the information in it!” He growled through gritted teeth, but was quick to drop his tone.

I muttered, foot tapping against the floor as I waited for him to leave. The moment the door shut, I rose from my seat in a rush of adrenaline and crossed the room, but not before locking the door. Her wet clothes were tucked in a ziplock bag, ripped in several places. Her phone fell into my palm, and I set down the bag, praying silently that water did not ruin the device. To my relief, the screen flickered on. But it was short-lived as the lock screen demanded a fingerprint or face ID. Do not do it, Kane.