Page 27 of Possession

I swiped to answer the call. Passcode.

I tried to press my thumb along the bottom, but it didn’t recognize my waterlogged, pruny fingers.

“Code. What’s the fucking code?”

1206.

The call dropped into voicemail.

“No.”

The screen went dark. No signal.

“Dammit.”

I tapped until the screen came alive again. Recent calls. I tried to get my finger in that corner. Finally.

Finally.

The call dropped again.

I dialed again and held the phone up. One sliver of a bar. Not even all the way into one bar.

“Please.”

“Grace!”

I almost dropped my phone. “Blake. Oh, God. Thank God.”

“Grace.” His voice was so far away.

“The cove,” I screamed into the night. “Blake?”

I pressed my thumb into the button at the bottom of the phone. The call was gone. No signal.

Had he heard me?

I couldn’t get my fingers to work. Text? Could I get a text out?

A wave crashed in and flooded up my back. I curled my fingers around the phone, but it was worse than a bar of soap. Even worse, soap I couldn’t see.

It dropped into the water and the face glowed with a green text bubble before the display went out and the phone sunk near my foot.

I ducked under the frigid water and searched around in the darkness. In the frigid water that reminded me of fire.

It fell into the crevice.

The water sucking it down to lodge above my foot.

The foot I could barely feel.

I pushed that thought aside and lifted the phone out of the water.

Black.

No life.

I slumped back against my rock.

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