I assumed she was just in that phase where Uncle Ryan was the coolest human alive. Then I noticed changes in Emily. For illustrative purposes only
She’d always been open with her phone—leaving it around or asking me to check messages if her hands were full.
Suddenly, she began guarding it. If I walked into a room, she’d flip it over or slide it into her pocket. If it buzzed during dinner, she’d glance at it nervously but wait until later to check it.
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