I knocked on Franky’s door harder than necessary, half expecting Daniel to get out of the car to ask me what was wrong. But when he didn’t chase after me, that pissed me off even more.

Franky opened the door and the sight of him made me forget about how mad I was at Daniel. He was a person who was usually put together in his appearance, but not today. It looked like Franky hadn’t shaved in a while or combed his hair. He was wearing a white tank top and stained ...