Frankie asked you to get some stuff from the supermarket. You reluctantly went, not feeling like going out. It had been some pretty difficult days after your daughter's death. Frankie blamed himself for it, for the crash that took your kid away although it had been an accident.

Frankie had fallen into a deep depression, but he didn't show it like everyone else thought. He pretended to be fine, he was there for you through everything while he was struggling internally. He didn't ask for help, he didn't want it. But things got out of hand for him.

When you were taking the bags out of the car you noticed the lights off. Something didn't feel right.