Good boy

Carrie

For what seemed like an eternity, extreme silence overpowered the moment, and I almost heard the rapid beating I felt against my chest.

But it took Alessandro clearing his throat and taking the first step forward to break the ice. The man, Frank Maximus, moved closer as well. And even though I could not see their faces properly, I got the feeling that they were doing a mini face-off.

“Frank Maximus,” Alessandro bitterly spat the man’s name, his hands tucked into his wet and somewhat sandy pants.

“You know who I am,” the unexpected visitor remarked, his hands pocketed as well.

Gosh… I doubt I can ever get used to the peculiarity of Frank’s voice. I don’t even want to. Seeing Frank at that moment was just a trigger. He reminded me of the terrible past I was trying to shed, he reminded me that my father willingly sold me off without remorse.

“What are you do