Ben knew who this belonged to and the ache of what he'd done sliced a little deeper, combined with the pain his sister went through. He wished he could tell her that he wasn't ignoring her, he'd left all those things behind. His cell phone he'd ditched somewhere in a trashcan so that they couldn't use it to trace him. With it went all his texts, his ability to access Facebook from anywhere, and all his voice mails.
If he heard them, he knew he'd have come running back to her, but then he hadn't trusted himself. Ben hadn't known Thor as well then, all he knew was that there was a voice in his head that thought he was a Norse God. What if that voice turned violent? Wanted him to hurt Justine or the rest of his family?
It'd been too big of a risk, but now? Knowing this? Ben didn't even bother trying to get off the floor.