Chapter 26 - THE SECOND PHONEThree years after the bruises, the cheap second phone stopped charging.

I had kept it in a drawer.
Most evidence had long been copied, authenticated, and preserved through lawyers.
The device itself no longer mattered.
I took it to an electronics-recycling event.
Dad came with me because he had old laptops.
He saw the phone.
“That one?”
“Yes.”
He looked at it.
“Want to keep it?”
“No.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
I smiled.
“You always ask now.”
Dad smiled back.
“I learn slowly.”
I dropped the phone into the collection bin.
No dramatic destruction.
No hammer.
No fire.
A technician probably dismantled it for parts.
Good.
The phone had served one purpose.
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It gave me a place where Julian could not erase what I was seeing.
Eventually I did not need a secret device to believe myself.