FRANKIE
I turn in bed for the hundredth time; the silk sheets that once felt luxurious now twist around me like chains. Sleep refuses to come, Kimberly's words echoing in my head like a broken record. The empty space beside me feels like a mockery - I'd gotten used to his warmth, his presence, and now the bed feels too big, too cold. I don't hate Rafael for what he's doing. How can I when the real pain comes from knowing I wasn't enough to change his mind? I feel like such an i***t for thinking I could be different that I could matter enough to stop him from destroying the man my sister loves.
Fresh tears burn behind my eyes as I imagine Melina's world shattering when she learns about what Thomas has done. Shame claws at my chest - here I am, aching for the very man who's going to cause
