I discovered the phone entirely by accident, three months back. It was a day like any other, except for the frustrating fact that one of my earrings had gone missing. In a fit of determination, I decided to search every nook and cranny of my husband's car, hoping it might have fallen off there. I sifted through the glove compartment, under the mats, and between the seats.
But it wasn't until I stretched my arm beneath his car seat, expecting to maybe feel the cool metal of my earring, that my fingers brushed against something entirely unexpected. There, hidden in the shadows, was a phone. Not his usual one, which was almost always glued to his hand or charging on our kitchen counter, but another one, a secret one.