A week later...
Frankie walked in the door. Auto turned to her, smiling. She'd been gone for a whole week. He looked up from the ground, she looked away.
“Babe?” He reached out for her, but she pulled away.
“Hey,” She said, softly. “I'm gonna take a shower."
Auto frowned.
“Oh-Okay?" he started at her back, baffled.
Still, he got her luggage, bringing into their room. She was probably jetlagged, he reasoned. He picked up her suitcase. It was open. Auto went to close it, but something caught his eyes. Cigarettes.
Cigarettes. She didn't smoke. Clenching his jaw, he rationalized it. There was a reasonable explanation—
“I made a mistake Jason.” he looked up at her teary voice, his stomach dropping.
“A dumb mistake.”
He bit his lip. “Tried cigarettes?” He tried to smile.
Frankie shook
