Christian is gone…for days.
By the end of the third, I can tell that Frankie is miserable and worried too, even if he is in touch with Christian all the time via phone.
“Will you please let me read the text messages?!” I beg, lurching for the phone as we stand together in the kitchen.
Frankie quickly lifts it out of my grasp. “Absolutely not! Beyond it being above your pay grade, Iris, these texts are the only secret that I have in the world from you anymore, and I need a little bit of mystery –“
We bicker then, for about half a minute, as I jump in the air trying to grab the phone that he holds high above his head. But we end up laughing, as we always do.
“Frank,” I sigh, looping my arms around my waist and resting my head on his chest, looking up into his face. “I’m so bored. What
