The Warm Seat at the Back

“I found a phone on the bus ride home. No lock screen. No photos.

Just one app called Notes. There was only one note, and it said,

‘If you’re reading this, you already made a mistake.’ I laughed.

Until my phone vibrated. A text came through from an unknown number. It said,

‘Why did you take my phone?’ I looked up. The bus was empty. Except for one seat

at the back… That was still warm.” “I shouldn’t have read it…”