Chapter 11
Frank
Frank and Hannah sat on hard plastic chairs, alone in the waiting room of a nondescript government building. They weren't exactly prisoners, but they weren't really free to leave either. And Frank wouldn't want to. He needed to be here in case they received word about Clarity. Where is she? Is she in danger? Is she contagious like they say? He had no idea. He didn't know who his daughter's friends were, not beyond Todd and Jamie, who were catatonic, and Audrey who was on tour with her band. He'd given the investigators the neighbor's first name, John, but hadn't known the boy's last name. He stared down at his feet, and felt like dirt. “I'm a terrible father.”
“No,” Hannah said, and reached out and touched his cheek so he would turn to look at her. “You're a wonderful f
