She spent the next hour reinstalling only the apps she truly needed. No more junk. Her Balmuda was no longer a grumpy old phone—it was a young, fast, round-faced friend again.

A factory reset was the answer. But she knew: this was a one-way door. A factory reset would wipe everything—photos, contacts, passwords, texts. Her phone would become a blank slate, just like the day she bought it.

“You need a fresh start,” Maya whispered to the phone.