Frankie arrived to the house in a rush. He was a bit late, he knew it the second he saw your new boyfriend leave with the girl.

"Mierda..." He muttered under his breath. "I'm sorry I'm late. My alarm-" he sighed, not even bothering to explain.

You two had divorced two years ago. The constant arguments and accusations had drained the marriage. He wasn't dealing with his PTSD and his substance abuse issues didn't help the case. You stayed friends for your daughter and he promised to change, for her. Although deep down he hoped to also change for you. Until he found out you had moved on.

"Was she mad I didn't make it?" Frankie asked. His daughter was going to a camping trip for the summer. He was supposed to take her and say goodbye.