“Bella, have you seen my phone?”

“What? Isn’t it in the charger by the bed?” I look over to the nightstand and see he’s already packed his charger.

“No.”

“Maybe it fell under the bed. Did you look there?” I suggest, feeling a little nervous at the thought of his phone going missing.

He bends down and checks under the bed. “Where’s your phone? I need to use the flashlight under here.”

“Here.”

After a few moments, he gives me the bad news. “Nope. It’s not under there.” He stands and looks around our room.

“Edward—” I warn.