Phillip and I let go of each other and I mumble, “Sorry.”
I look back at the table and my heart suddenly skips a beat when I glance between the chocolate cake and the cheesecake. The thought that Phillip did all this just for me is too much.
I fight back the additional tears that threaten to spill over as I focus on eating my meal.
I still can’t believe that someone has gone to that extent to try and make me happy.
The rest of the meal is upbeat. Ben tells us about everything that him and I bought, and Kane shareds about some additional recipes that he has found on the internet and plans on trying soon. We are just about done with our meal when the doorbell rings.
Ding..dong…..ding..dong….
Phillip gets up from the table. “I’ll go see who it is. I don’t think that Max’s mot
