Frankie
I hung up my phone and looked at Clayton one more time. I lean down to kiss his lips, and he smiles in his sleep. "I’ll be back soon, my love,” I whisper before walking out of the room. I pass another room, and Beverly is sitting on the bed watching TV. I poke my head into the room. “Looks like they have you all set up,” I say.
Beverly jumps slightly and turns to me. “This is the most comfortable hospital bed I have ever been on,” she eyes me. “Are you going somewhere?”
“I have some pack matters to deal with,” I lie to her.
She nods. “I know you are lying to me, Francine.” I lift an eyebrow, and she snorts. “I am a mother and a lawyer,” she explains. “I know when I am being lied to. But I trust your lie has a good reason.”
I look at the ground. “It does. Anyways, have a good n
