(Faith's P.O.V.)
The only thing that can be heard inside the car is the radio Frank turned on to help the triplets fall asleep.
Now that they are silently sleeping in the backseat, I am left alone with him, and the romantic music playing from the radio.
It honestly made the atmosphere more suffocating inside. We're already on our way home, but I can't stop myself from thinking about this question. I'm thinking whether I could trust him or not.
To be honest, I never thought there would come a time that I'll doubt the safety of my kids with him. He's been kind to me since day one, and I know for sure that he genuinely loves me. The other part of me believes that there's nothing to worry about him, but the other part of me still doubts his true identity.
After all, he never told me about
