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Intro. hand me your phone.” “Excuse me?” “I’m erasing every other number. All you need is mine.” “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting you do that!” I screech. Daniel Grant couldn’t possibly be less fazed. He doesn’t even do me the courtesy of responding as he plucks my phone out of my fingers and starts making good on his threat. If he weren’t such a freaking giant, I might be able to snatch it back. Unfortunately for me, I am to 5’2”, so it’s a losing battle from the start. I give it three fierce hops before I decide to retain what little dignity I have left. Crossing my arms, I give him my nastiest scowl. “This is toxic,” I inform him. “This is for your own good,” he informs me right back. “In what way is isolating me from the world for MY own good?” “In the way that no one can hurt you if they cannot touch you or talk to you or find you without my permission, Wren.” With a sigh, he looks up at me. “Which of these numbers is so critical to your well-being, hm?”

Daniel Grant

@Julie Cobbs