She couldn't tell him. Not the truth. Not the what actually happened.
It would kill him. And he would kill him.
It was better this way.
It was better he thought she was...
If she was honest, maybe it wasn't. Maybe she should've told him what really happened in Spain.
But damnit, she felt so...
Ashamed. Weak.
Because how could she let that happen? With all of her training, years on the force and she winded up...
No. She wouldn't tell him.
In time, she hoped he'd forgive her.
But Frankie knew the truth would hurt just as bad if not worst.
No. She would much rather be the perpetrator than the victim.
Didn't want to admit how powerless, how...how utterly weak she was.
She felt sick just thinking about it. And even though, she knew he wouldn't blame her. She knew he would tell her
