Chapter 90 – The Parking Lot

• All day, I’m off-kilter, emotionally. Frankie notices it immediately in the car when I fail to laugh at his jokes, which usually have me smiling and cackling along with him. But the whole ride I’m a moment behind, silent when I should be laughing, staring off into space when I should be paying attention to him.
• “You okay, Iris?” he asks, his voice soft when we pull into our usual parking spot at Lupa.
• Honestly, it’s his use of my real name that really gets my attention.