After a tiresome day, Karen headed straight to her bedroom to catch some z’s.

She wove through a tapestry of bizarre dreams, only to be jostled awake by the persistent knocking of her dad, Derek.

Bleary-eyed, her hand instinctively searched for her phone to check the time, but then it hit her that her phone was busted.

“Karen?” Derek’s knocks continued, a steady rhythm against her door.

She quickly ran her fingers through her hair, “Coming, coming!”

Swinging the door open, she found Derek with a box in hand, “Karen, someone dropped this off for you. He said your phone got busted by accident, and this is the replacement.”

Karen bit her lips. She knew in a heartbeat it was Jeffrey’s doing. And what did he mean by “by accident”?

“Is it for you?” Derek asked. Sensing her silence, his voice was tinged with caution.

“Yeah, someone wrecked my phone and mentioned something about a replacement.” She took the box without ceremony.

After all, it was indeed Jeffrey’s fault, and he wasn’t hurting for cash. But she was.

A new phone would set her back a few hundred bucks.

“That nearly gave me a heart attack. I thought it was some scam,” Derek chuckled; he didn’t give much thought about it.

a few laughs in return before taking the new phone into

up her WhatsApp

she found the latest, most expensive model from the

film had already been

“A second-hand phone?!”

booting it up,

her smashed phone with him when he left? That

at the

on the device, logged into her ID, and began downloading her go-to

yet to be transferred, the caller

was less

Miss Karen?” The voice

It wasn’t Jeffrey.

“Yes, speaking. Who’s this?”

uh… the friend

didn’t reply

her blind

Jeffrey, she’d completely overlooked getting in touch

and when you didn’t reply, I thought I’d try

Karen seem like

that I didn’t get back to you. My phone got trashed, and I haven’t logged onto WhatsApp yet.

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