Aliya’s POV

“Please hand me your phone, Aliya.” Nick stretched out his hand, confusing me even more in my state of shock. I opened my car door and stepped out, leaning on it as I wiped away my tears. This was the second time in just one day that Nick had seen me cry, and it was embarrassing.

“What do you need my phone for?” I asked, my voice hoarse and still shaky from crying.

Veins ran through his forehead like lightning as he stared into my eyes. “I know we’re not close, and we barely know each other, but trust me—just hand it over. Let me take care of...