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“Answer it.” Greta picks up my phone and holds it out to me, but I hesitate and stare at the flashing screen instead. Leaving it between us as we both sit tensely on the bed, now facing one another. Her eyes dart from it to me, and she sighs heavily. “Take it.”

“It’s late. As far as he knows, I’m asleep.” I push it away from me but flinch when she grabs my wrist and forces it into my hand