It had been four days since the baby passed. You had been changing their diaper and had looked away for one second. It was all it took for them to fall. The loss had been devastating for both you and Frankie. He secretly blamed you for it and gave you a hard time. He hadn't said anything, he was too polite to say it. He had been trying to support you as much as tried to keep it together. But he wasn't the same and you knew it.

"I'm going to work." He said after taking a single piece of toast and grabbing his cap, placing it on his head. No kiss, no "have a good day" no nothing. It was subtle, but you noticed those changes.