Beryl turned to face me. "Talk to you," he smiled as he handed me a cellphone.

"Raffa," I gasped as he heard his voice. Now it just happened that we would call. Her voice is different now than she used to be.

"Oh?"

It took a while before he spoke. I looked at the screen again because it might have died.

"I'm sorry for Sydney," she said with sincerity.

"You shouldn't apologize for something you didn't do,"

"He won't do the apology so I'm just," he said, Sydney wouldn't do that because she was so low on me.

"That's not me. I just don't like what he thinks of my...