It has been a year since Annalise Montgomery lost her fifteen year old sister Lilly in the middle of a sunny day when she was waiting in a parking lot.
Annalise takes the case into her control when the police are empty handed. No leads, no traces, n...
A D O R I N G A N N A L I S E Chapter Thirty Seven
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The phone is dead flat.
The moment's I've spent waiting for it to charge have been incredibly tough. I had to check my desk draw to find her other phone because this all feels like a bad dream.
I held both the phones in my hands to compare them. They're the exact same.
Where did she get the money to buy another? Did mom or dad give it to her? Yet none of it explains the matching phone case and hiding spot.
My heart hasn't stopped racing. I can feel it without placing my hand over my chest. Why hadn't I gone through these boxes sooner? It has uncovered a side of Lilly Montgomery that I apparently am unaware of.
We told each other everything, yet this was kept a secret. It's the only reason I feel the panic gripping me.
My feet pace around the room that suddenly feels crammed with secrets and warm air. My cool air conditioning does nothing to cool my heated blood.
The phone screen lights up with its symbol, meaning it will open shortly. My own mobile is in my hand, gripped so tight that my knuckles are nearly white.
A moment later the duplicate switches on, and the same home screen of a sunset flashes in front of me. Everything is the same.
My only obstacle is the passcode.
Lilly Montgomery never was creative with hers. They always were either her birthday, or a basic pattern. It explains why as soon as I enter 123456- it unlocks.
The screen is shaking. Maybe my hand is. Maybe all of me is.
There's hardly an apps on this phone. Only what is standardly installed. There's a red bubble above the green message app, saying there's three unread messages.
Is it wrong of me to open them?
If it were, at the moment I don't care. I open messages and see there's only one contact there. Lilly didn't put their name in, only an emoji of a love heart.
My beating heart leaps through my ribs and falls onto the carpet in front of me.
<3 Lilly please, we can find a way. Don't do this.
This is the most recent message sent by the mystery person. My stomach churns so much that I fear vomiting everywhere.
A secret partner. She never told me of a relationship. Now, I fear they might be responsible for this. I scroll up and read the conversation that tied the message in.
