Chapter 15 Melissa

• I stood in the doorway, watching Frank the paper tightly in his hand, the tension was visible. My mother's face was etched with concern as she stepped forward. Her voice trembled. "Frank, what's going on?"
• Frank turned slowly to face us, shocked and frustrated as well. "It's complicated," he said, his voice tight. "But you both need to stay here until it's safe."
• My mother, ever the pragmatist, crossed her arms and fixed Frank with a steely gaze. "Safe from what, exactly? This was supposed to be a simple visit, and now we’re caught up in... what, some kind of gang war?"