Quiana Doyle's phone slipped from her hand in fright.
She looked up, forcing a smile at Ellie Doyle's icy expression, "Mommy, how come you're back? Weren't you going to the office?"
"I was heading to the office, but I forgot my backpack."
Ellie Doyle looked down, noticed the cellphone at her feet, and bent over to pick it up.
On the screen was a message Quiana had sent to Marcus Sharp early that morning.
No wonder Quiana had been pestering her on the road, asking where they were moving to.
Ellie stared at the message Quiana had just typed but hadn't sent yet. She looked up and glanced at Quiana, "It seems you won't be needing this phone for a while. I can hold onto it for you."
"Mommy, you... you've seen it..."
Quiana's face froze, her smile strained, "Mommy, Quiana was wrong. Quiana won't send messages randomly anymore. Please don't take my phone away."
If her phone was taken away, it would be bad if Mommy sent the wrong messages to Daddy.