I was close to Frankie’s family, this loss must be really hard on them. I asked Rider to take me to Frankie’s house, I was too nervous to drive. I left the girls at my apartment, but I was certain they weren't there anymore.
Unsurprisingly, Rider had one of my bras at his house. I swatted him with it, but was thankful I wasn't comfortable going around braless. I wore his shirt and last nights sweatpants.
He held my hand tightly all the way to Frankie’s house in GreyHill, the place where all the mansions and country clubs were found. My heart was pumping and I didn't speak, what to expect? Distort family? Yes, broken mother? Yes, why am I feeling so guilty?
GreyHill was a gated community, one with vibrant green grass and blooming flowers. I'd never seen a patch of dead grass or dried
