The Private Moon

Summary

I scored a vintage iPod on Depop. Plugging in my cheap wired earbuds, I expected to hear some nostalgic Lana Del Rey. Instead, a low, husky male voice filled my ears: "Avery forgot her umbrella today. So stupid."

I flipped through the photo gallery. It was entirely filled with candid shots of me from high school.

Turning my head, I saw the top trending topic on Twitter: #JudeSinclairPolice #AssistantTheft.

Two minutes later, the Depop seller sent me a private message: [That belongs to me. Fifteen grand. Give it back.]