you ok, sweetie?
a pause and twist to glance behind him , through the open arch , past the kitchen , toward the front door . for a moment just a second ! he thought he heard the sound of tracy and james returning . knew he’d have to shut this call down in a heartbeat if that happened . leaving without goodbyes wasn’t good practice . but neither was explaining himself . tonight , he was in no mood to do any explaining .
not even to lydia . ❝ fine . thought i heard someone calling for me . just the door . ❞ he stretched , once again resting his arm along the back of the couch . blinked once . habit 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 itched somewhere behind his eye . made it a lot harder to concentrate when he was nothing but tired , and nothing but on edge . ❝ long day . ❞ long night . he still had an article to write before bed . that would be … well , frank was about to wake up to a 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 .
the laugh he let out sounded faked . yeah , he wasn’t going to hide that , either . but there was a glint in his eye , as he looked back at her . fuzzy , quavering lights . the exhaustion hindered her image . ❝ is it that obvious? don’t . it doesn’t matter . i just want to talk . ❞