I do not take the phone. “If he wanted to give me something, he would have given it to me himself.” I snort.
Francis doesn’t seem to be bothered by my attitude. I guess he gets the same attitude as Rory. “Things will never happen the way we all want them to, but we are still supposed to appreciate the way they turn out and be grateful for what we have.”
He gives me the box, and this time I collect it from his hand. There is an apple logo on the front of it and the iPhone 6 tag is a little above the head. I open the box and there lies a black new iPhone 6 and beside it is a note. I take the note out and read.
I’m glad Francis could convince you to accept it. I had it designed specifically for you and me. Hope you’ll consider it my way of apologising for my sudden departure.
Love, Rory.