Frankie felt eyes on him. His parents were watching, judging him on the way he had raised Raven. He wanted to scream at them that he had done his best. That they were the ones who had left. Who had never come back from death and left him and his baby sister to fend for themselves on a planet that was already full of people that had been left behind, people who were hurt and wanted more. As Frankie well knew, it made them violent.















