Seona’s POV
‘Th . . thank you’ I stammer for what feels like the one hundredth time, as I grip the brand new cell phone in my hand, staring at the icons that cover the screen with no idea what most of them do. I’ve never had a cell phone, I couldn’t afford one when I lived with my mom and Davis said that I didn’t need one, who would I be talking to that I couldn’t use the house phone. He had a cell phone though, of course he did, and I was never allowed to touch it.
Mark grunts in response, something I’ve noticed he does when he gets uncomfortable with a conversation.
I turn the phone over in my hand, running my fingers over the sleek back of the protective case that the soldier insisted I also get. It’s pink and glittery, Mark barked out a laugh when I zeroed in on it from the huge dis
