The letter said a reflection would guide her. Mariana panned the phone slowly across the dark, choppy water of the Tagus River. The Y9s’s glowed softly, illuminating her focused face. The 4000mAh battery was down to 2%, a countdown to her own darkness.
1% battery.
She raised the Y9s. The phone’s side-mounted fingerprint sensor (a feature she usually ignored) had already unlocked the device. She opened the camera. The kicked in automatically. The dim, sodium-vapor lamps of the bridge turned into dancing orbs in the viewfinder. huawie y9s