*You're the best ♡ mwah mwah*
But what shook me were the photos in the chat history.
Photos of me in the classroom. In the cafeteria. Even inside our dorm room.
The security guard looked at the photos, then at me, open disgust on his face.
"These are clearly you."
Susan gasped, putting on a perfect show of shock.
"Rebecca—oh my God, how could you do this to someone?"
I shook my head, brow tight. "I didn't send any of these messages. I don't even own a smartphone. How could I have been texting him?"
The guard rolled his eyes, not buying a word.
"What if you've got another phone hidden somewhere?"
Then something on Mr. Pierce's screen caught my eye: a purchase record.
A pale yellow dress. I recognized it immediately. Susan had worn it just a couple of days ago.
I whipped my head toward her. "That dress, isn't that your—"
"She's hiding another phone, obviously!"
Susan cut me off instantly, rushing over her words. "What young person doesn't have a smartphone? Don't believe a word she says!"
I looked at her flustered face, and a thought hit me out of nowhere.
Susan had been getting packages delivered almost every single day lately.