The Disappearance Of Sloane Sullivan. Gia Cribbs

I pursed my lips. I’d walked in and put my bag down. Nothing was out of place at first, nothing missing, nothing unusual, except... “Your phone.”

       He nodded. “You know that phone is our lifeline, our way of being able to reach each other within seconds any time of day. I always have it on me, even if I’m just going in the next room, especially when we’re not together.” His eyes turned serious again. “That should’ve been your first clue.”