Chapter 12
When Jay didn’t see the Suburban parked in front of Olive’s, his stomach leapt into his throat. It was barely eight o’clock. Where could Frank be at this time of the morning? As he dropped his car into park, the notion that Frank had already left, that he’d lost the chance to say what needed to be said, nearly made him throw up. Frank wasn’t supposed to be gone yet. This wasn’t how he’d envisioned it at all.
He hid his shaking hands by stuffing them into his pockets as he strolled up to the front door. He was here. He might as well face the truth. If he had to get it from Olive, then maybe that was better in the long run anyway.
She answered before he’d dropped his hand back to the side, holding the door open with a wide smile and a vigorous wave to enter. “Frankie Boy did
