Last Lifeline

"So, let's go back to the phone. You seem to be hung up on that... No pun intended. You said he misunderstood everything about the phone. Let's talk about that. How about we start there?"

"Right. Ok. When he found out about the phone, he lost his mind. I'd ended things already by then. Months before I'd found the phone. It was in his glovebox after we'd floated the river. It had been there since we broke up the first time. I didn't think it was still active or that he was still paying for it. Why would he be if it were in the glovebox for so long? And also, he said he'd paid it off for me and that it wouldn't cost him a thing because he'd write it off as a business expense. So I just don't understand why he'd accuse me of stealing something he'd already given me that didn't have any value to him at all. He just couldn't see it for what it was. It was my last lifeline and communication with my daughter. But he didn't see it that way. It was all about controlling the last thing I had that still belonged to him. The thing that he'd once so willingly given to me."