Now as I stand frozen in place, worry etching over my face, I don’t know what to do. My heart races as I clutch the phone in my hand. I know I can't take it with me—Mom has already made it clear. But she can’t know about Dev. Not yet. Not like this.
“Can I give it to you later? I still need to click some pictures,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
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