ANGEL ROSE
“Last chance, Angel Rose. Take my hand. Let's go home and fix this.” Carl’s hand is still stretched out, his voice pleading, but there’s an edge to it now.
My eyes drop to his hand—the same one that signed our marriage certificate, the one that wiped my tears before he learned they’d never be for a child of ours. Then I lift my gaze to Frankie.
I search his face, those piercing green eyes, for any sign of softness, any promise that he won't annihilate me the way Carl did. I always knew Carl might circle back, but I never pictured Frankie being part of this equation. Yet here he is, and I’m clinging to him like he’s the only solid thing in a crumbling world. In his arms, I feel a safety I can’t explain—even though this is the same man who told me yesterday, point-blank, that w
