She slipped into a small electronics shop tucked in the corner of the mall. The shelves gleamed with rows of phones, chargers, and accessories. Without hesitation, she walked up to the counter.
"I need a new SIM card," she said, lowering her tone to sound less girlish.
The shopkeeper adjusted his glasses. "ID?"
"I forgot the hard copy," she said calmly, "but I have the e-copy."
The man frowned but nodded. "Show me."
Bella tapped the screen, and within seconds, an official-looking digital file popped up. The name at the top glowed in bold letters: Isaac Snow. The picture matched her disguise perfectly—the floppy dark hair, the jawline, even the slight shadow she had added with makeup earlier.
The shopkeeper studied it for a moment, then shrugged. "Good enough."
"Thank you," she said in that smooth, even tone that no one could connect to the sweet Isabella they were all protecting upstairs.
