Frank’s brothers share everything, including women, it seems. Does this mean Frank does the same with his brother’s wives?
I could crumple in a heap and cry. Or I could fight.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, hunched over, looking like a victim, I slowly straighten my spine and brush back my snarled hair. I can’t cry any more tears. I don’t want to. Alek once called me brave. I intend to stay that way.
Once I no longer look a fright, I open the door, ready to end this once and for all. However, when I find Frank waiting for me outside the door, I can’t hide my surprise.
“Are you all right, tesoro? Mother said you’re unwell,” he asks kindly, his Jekyll and Hyde persona in full swing. “That’s why you’ve been acting so strange.”
“I’m fine,” I reply firmly. “I wish to go upstairs.”
