Chapter 121 – What Could Have Been

• “Fine, Frankie,” I say, my voice slow and angry. As the words start to spill from me, I wonder where the hell the hesitant girl from this morning went – the one who was too scared to come out of the bedroom without Lucy teasing me into it. “Even if you’re set on just brushing this under the rug, I am not so much of a coward.”
• “Say it, then,” he snaps, shaking me a little. “Do it.”
• I narrow my eyes, taking his bait. “What, Frank? Do you want me to admit it? That I liked you? That I found you funny, and charming, and I loved being with you, and I trusted you – and –“