I scowled, looking down at the man on the bed, with the twins perched on either side of him. A few hours earlier, I had given in to my daughter's request, her pleading eyes making it difficult for me to deny her. As much as I knew Frank was acting, the exhaustion in his eyes told me there was something I was not seeing.
Why did he look so exhausted and tired? And was I imagining things or had he lost weight?
I had noticed that Frank's complexion had become pale after the accident. I did not know if it was because he lost so much blood or if there was something wrong with him. Could his injuries be more serious than he let on?
When they returned, Frank played with the kids and listened to their stories. But he shortly fell asleep after dinner.
It was not normal because Frank was not an
