Chapter 139 – The Story

• Anxiety wells in me because – I mean, he can’t be saying what I think he’s saying, right? No – I’m just thinking that because I’m impossibly vain and selfish.
• When really – there is another part of Frankie’s history that I’m willfully ignoring – one that apparently went much deeper than just a simple kiss in a storage closet.
• “Yeah,” I say, mastering myself and raising my eyes to look into Frankie’s face. “What did happen with Lucy, Frank?”