I take a sip of my drink. It’s not enough, so I take another. And then end up chugging the whole thing. We’re both doing our respective work, but she didn’t want to leave me alone in the house now that my shadow is starting to interact more. “Dick and prick are the same thing,” I say. She looks up, her face reflecting my exact thoughts since last night. What is wrong with you? I shrug a shoulder. “I’m just saying. You just called him a little dick dick.” She rolls her eyes, ignores me, and starts typing on her laptop again. Probably hacking into something. Though I can’t imagine what she could possibly be hacking into. Better not be my phone. I have nudes on there. My face pales. Oh, god, what if he hacks into it and finds them? I scramble to pick up my phone, delete every single racy picture, and then delete them a second time from the Trash folder. Some of my anxiety eases, but not all of it. He could’ve already hacked into it for all I know. I’m going to be obsessing over this for the rest of my life now. Noticing my internal crisis, Daya focuses on me, her brow pinched with concern. “You okay, girl?” I clear my throat. “How likely is it that he can hack into my phone and find my nudes?” Her lip twitches and I’m two seconds away from smacking it off her face. “Baby girl, that man has probably watched you get naked in your room a thousand times now.” My eyes widen further, having not considered that yet, either. “Oh my God.” “Why do you ask?” Daya asks, her voice full of suspicion. I roll my lips together, debating. At this point, the only thing holding me back from telling Daya about the texts is her impending anger. Finally building up the courage, I rush out, “Would you be able to trace an unknown number?” Her eyes slant. “Did he text you from one?” Shame creeps in. I should’ve told her this sooner, but I had a weird protective need to keep the texts to myself, just like with the police officer. Now, I realize how stupid that is when Daya is one of the best hackers in the world. Or so she says, at least. I nod sheepishly and hand her the phone, the thread already pulled up. She snatches it from my hand, shooting me a heated glare, and reads through them. Her eyes draw back to my own, fire licking at her pupils. “You’re just now showing me these?”