The phone in my hand buzzed, demanding my attention, and a text flashed on the screen. It was from Cletus and the sight made my heart lurch and twist, a pining ache stealing my breath. As I scrolled through my notifications, I noticed several texts. Cletus: I'm sorry. I was wrong, you were right. Cletus: I just realized you probably don't have your phone. Cletus: I think I'm going to make myself useful by retrieving your phone. Cletus: I just left your parents' house. I have your phone. Cletus: Clearly I had your phone, if you're reading these messages.