Chapter Twenty Seven-
Frankie
I walk into Moth’s room, smiling at the comforting feeling of being in his room again. I was avoiding it while I was gone, scared that it would make me sad to see all of his things without him here.
His mom should be out of rehab within a few months, so his dad agreed to cover the mortgage until then. The band still practices here and once he’s eventually taken back to California, I might spend more time here too. I’m always invited over. I just typically decline.
I put my things down and sit in the bed, running my fingers over the copy of Into the Wild I read. I take the speaker by his bed and connect my phone to it, starting to play my favorite song.
I stand up and smile, closing my eyes and moving around the room as the gentle guitar and drum play a sh
