I clung to Frank for what seemed like hours as the both of us cried. He held me tight in his arms and seemed to have no means of letting go any time soon. I sobbed, my whole body wracking with tears. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” Frank rambled, what he has been saying over and over again for the past half hour. His phone started ringing for the hundredth time since we've been together. Frank went to send them to voicemail but I stopped him. “Answer it,” I croaked, my voice raspy from crying all day. I looked at his contact and it showed his mom calling him. Frank hesitated before pressing it to his ear. His mom was yelling so loud even I could hear it as he cringed and pulled the device from his ear. “What the hell are you doing?!” His mom screamed, voice coming from the phone that

