Shoes.
Dirty clothes.
The car.
Under the seats.
Inside the glove compartment.
Cup holders.
Door pockets.
Trunk.
I even checked grocery bags left from the previous night, despite there being absolutely no reason his phone should have been inside them.
Nothing.
We tried locating the phone through my laptop.
The map loaded.
Then displayed:
Location unavailable.
Device offline.
“The battery probably died,” Julian said. “It was around twelve percent when I left work.”
He leaned over the kitchen counter with his head lowered.
“I have years of client contacts on there.”
“We can replace the phone.”
“It isn’t even just that.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“I hate losing things.”
I put both hands on his shoulders.
The muscles were hard with tension.
“You’re always saying most people are decent.”
He sighed.
“So maybe a decent person found it.”
“Maybe.”
“If anyone could lose a phone and have the nicest person
