Frida

“Where are you going?” I ask my parents as I see them hurry out with bags in their hands.

“We are going to stay at our cabin in the mountain until you sort this mess out. I don’t know what the hell you plan on doing with Stanley, Frida. Keep him or let him go, but your mom and I had enough of this nonsense,” Dad says sternly.

“And how do I know you won’t call the police on me, Dad,” I ask him.

“We don’t want to lose another daughter, Frida. We just want to go away ...