They've successfully retrieved my secret phone, and now they want to know its password. But I've been silent. I can't tell them the password—I must not. They mustn't read our chat. Our chat history isn't long, but the brothers mustn't see it.
"So you won't tell us its password?" Cooper asked as he examined the phone.
"She's silent; she won't speak," Parker sighed.
Bryce, who was leaving the room, sat down again. I'm sure he's curious about what's on the phone and why I'm refusing to share the password.
"I can call a tech expert, and your phone will be unlocked. It'll take up to ten or twenty minutes, but an expert will easily unlock your phone. Are you going to remain silent?" Gavin lowered himself beside me.
"Don't make things harder than they are; just give us the password," he groaned, but I kept my gaze on the floor and refused to look at either of them. I'm still on my knees. I refuse to stand up.
