Chapter 19

His phone used to be glued to his hand. Not in a rude way; over the years, he’s learned to pay constant attention to it without making anyone feel like he’s ignoring them. He’s a very social guy who likes keeping in touch with his friends. He’s also constantly texting ideas back and forth with Marie for their successful business, The Chocolaterie, and he uses the phone to make notes and write down ideas for new bonbons or whatever other ideas of chocolatey wonderfulness they want to try. He even used to bring it to the bathroom.

But now it just lays there. Whenever it lights up with a notification, my irrational distrustful side whispers, what if it’s the guy? I do my best to ignore it. Keeping tabs on Frankie, on everything he’s doing or not doing, would probably make me more suspicious, and that’d be a move entirely in the wrong direction. So I never touch it.

I asked about it once. “Why do you keep doing that? You know I’m not going to look.”

“You know why,” was all he said.