She dropped it into a cup of water and watched it sink.
She turned the phone off. Pulled out the SIM tray with a paperclip. The tiny golden chip lay in her palm like a dead insect.
She paid. Her heart pounded. This was easier than breaking up with a bad boyfriend.
Outside, the new city was quiet. No emails. No alerts. No father’s birthday reminder. No ex’s “u up?” at 2 AM.
No one had.