Frankie
“What are you going to tell us, Francine?” My Mom asks me as Clayton walks away.
I pick up the box holding the last of her belonging from the room she shared with my father. “I’ll tell you t breakfast. I have to go do some training,” I say to her.
Mom looks at Beverly, and they sigh. “Okay,” She takes the box from me.
I kiss her on the cheek and saunter down the hall taking in Clayton’s lingering scent. I rush down the stairs and out of the packhouse. I jog to the training grounds and see Rory standing at the edge of the big field, barking commands at some of the younger warriors. He is wearing camouflage pants and a black tank top. There was a time I had a crush on him, and my eyes lingered for a moment.
“Did you come to stare at me?” Rory turns to me as I come to stand bes
