When Franklin called Frederick upon his arrival in Chicago, he expected a brief exchange, logistics, pleasantries, nothing more. Instead, Frederick informed him that Rose was at the mansion.
Franklin did not hesitate. He rerouted immediately, Jonathan silently buckling in beside him as the car veered toward Frederick's estate.
The moment Franklin stepped inside, Rose spotted him.
Her face lit up like a sunrise.
"Uncle Franklin!" she squealed, abandoning whatever toy she had been holding as she ran toward him. "Did you bring my food?"
Franklin laughed, that rare, unguarded sound escaping him as he bent down and swept her into his arms, pulling her into a tight, bone-crushing hug. "Of course I did, little princess. I would never forget something that important."
Rose gigg
