: D.E.M. Donna Elaine Morales. But it was heavier than normal, too heavy. With trembling hands, I opened the main zipper. Inside were the typical things—a mirror, lipstick, tissues—but underneath, wrapped in a silk scarf, was a cell phone. It wasn’t the latest model iPhone Donna always carried. This was a basic, cheap phone, one of those that can be bought without needing personal information. A burner phone.

The air seemed to leave my lungs. Carol leaned over, her expression changing from curiosity to confusion. “What is that? Why would Donna have two phones?”