Johnny's P.O.V.
31 March, 2019
"You guys need a hand?" Frances quietly asked when she noticed me almost dropping a box filled with random items from my hand.
"No, we're fine. Aren't we Austin?" I glanced back at Austin, who was busy to attach tapes on the cartons.
"But Daddy, why can't Mommy help us to pack up?" He scoffed, his eyes glaring at me with pure annoyance.
"Because Mommy is sick." I kept the box down on the table from my hand. "Remember that she threw up twice this morning?"
"Johnny, I'm fine." Frances argued. "And you know it's normal for me to throw up plus-"
"Frances please." I cut her off and faced her; she was seated on the couch, hugging her knees. "I don't want you to trip and fall or do something stupid like you always do. You don't even know how much clumsy you
