Chapter 7The bed is empty when I wake up the next morning, but music playing on the radio in the kitchen reaches me, and I smile. Another step toward our lives getting back to normal.
I resist the urge to jump out of bed and join him immediately, and instead take my time stretching my sleep-sluggish body. I listen to the sounds coming from the kitchen. Frankie making up his own words to the song currently playing because he can never remember any lyrics. The kettle clicking off and the fridge opening and closing. The song changes and Frankie lets out a hushed “Oooooh” when Kylie starts singing. I can imagine him wiggling his butt to the song—out of sync with the beat because he can’t keep the rhythm even if his life depended on it—and this is something I have to see, so I throw off the bl
