Chapter 70 – Girl Talk

• I drift off a little bit after Frankie goes, worrying and wondering, and when I wake up the sun is much more advanced. I shake my head, blinking away my sleep, and I look over at the other side of the bed. The blankets are, indeed, mussed – and there’s a distinct indent on the pillow that Frankie used last night.
• So. It wasn’t a dream, was it?
• I sigh and stand, moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day, doing my best to put these troubling thoughts from my mind. But it isn’t easy.