Emma

I sit across from Iva at the restaurant table, but I can barely focus on anything in front of me. 

The warm lighting, the soft music, even the delicious smell of the food, all of it fades into the background. 

My heart is beating too fast, loud enough that I feel it in my ears. I stare down at my hands resting on the table, and suddenly a cold realization creeps over me.

My phone.

I freeze.

“Iva,” I say, my voice unsteady, almost unfamiliar to my own ears, “I think I've lost it.”

Iva pauses mid-bite and looks up at me, her brows drawing together slightly. She studies...