Chapter 55 Frank

• I feel a heaviness in my chest as I sat on the couch, but it wasn't from physical suffering. Melissa's presence was soothing, but every time she looked at me with worry, I could feel the strain this was putting on her. The entire situation with Gustavo had put her in danger, and as much as she insisted on sticking by my side, a part of me wanted she would flee as far as she could. But I knew better: she was just as obstinate as I was.
• I grabbed her wrist as she went to the kitchen to get us something to drink. "Melissa, we need to talk," I said.
• She halted, her eyes finding mine.