Zebulon had called her many times and, seeing she hadn't answered, had sent a flurry of texts.
[Naomi, what are you playing at now? I just forgot to tell you, that's all. It was something important, why can't you be more understanding?]
[Call me back right now. You don't want your parents to find out you're being two-faced, do you?]
[Naomi, my patience has its limits. If you keep this up, I can't guarantee we can go back to how things were.]
[Naomi!]
His messages grew angrier, full of threats, but the last few suddenly sounded like they were from a different person.
[Okay, I know I was in the wrong today. I'm sorry, Naomi. Please don't ignore me.]
[What do you want to eat tonight? I can buy you your favorite food to make it up to you. Please talk to me, Naomi...]
[Come on, Naomi, don't be mad...]
Naomi stared at the messages, completely baffled.
Had someone stolen Zebulon’s phone?
The last few texts were nothing like something Zebulon would ever say.
But what kind of thief steals a phone and then helps the owner placate his girlfriend?
“What’s wrong? Is your friend coming down?”
Seeing Naomi hadn't made a move, Lennon asked.
Naomi snapped back to reality and quickly sent a message to Patricia.
Patricia was clearly bored, because she replied instantly.
[Ahhh, you're finally back! I was about to die of boredom!]
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