The morning of my discharge, sunlight streamed brightly through the window. I had just finished packing my small bag when the door to my room swung open.
Daniel stood in the doorway holding a gaudy bouquet of red roses, looking awkward. “You… you’re leaving today?”
I didn’t look up. My fingers slid across my phone screen, eyes fixed on the message from my lawyer: The case against Daniel Reed and Sophie Lane for intentional injury has been officially filed.
At the sound of his voice, I only gave a faint “Mm.”
He stepped closer, his eyes flicking to my phone. “What are you looking at?”
Before I could respond, he snatched the phone from my hands. The screen had just gone dark.
“You’ve even set a password? What could you possibly be hiding from me?”
Leaning back against the bedframe, I let a cold smile tug at my lips as I watched him try to unlock it. “The password is my birthday.”
His fingers froze, then tapped in a few digits. The phone lit up with Incorrect Password in red.
He frowned, tried again, and failed once more. On the third attempt, the screen displayed Locked for 15 minutes.