Two alarms, 9:57 and 9:59, both labelled DROP. She got a pair at retail on the second one — two hundred and thirty dollars, on her sister's card, from the stockroom of the phone store where she worked — and the group chat went off like a wedding. Comps that morning were running eight hundred. She screenshotted three of them.

The brand restocked twice before Christmas. She kept pricing against the number from that first morning while the number itself went six-forty, four hundred, two-ten. In March she cleared a hundred and eighty-five after fees and shipping. The box lived under her bed unopened for five months. She turned twenty-four in April still owing her sister the two-thirty, and her sister has stopped bringing it up.