DEBRA’S POV
I sat in my car, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The night air was heavy with tension as I made my way to Frank's house. Thoughts raced through my mind, urging me to share the unexpected achievement that had unfolded before me. The drive felt both endless and urgent, as if time itself depended on the words I needed to speak.
Arriving at Frank's house, I took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. My heart pounded in my chest from the excitement as I approached his front door. I knocked, each rap echoing in the silence of the night. Moments later, Frank opened the door, his eyes widening with surprise and concern.
"Debra, what brings you here at this late hour?" Frank inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.
There was no time for small talk or pleasant
