It had been a few weeks since the funeral. You had tried being there for him through it all. But deep down you knew he blamed you for his daughter's death. It was reinforced when during an argument he brought it up.

"If you had just..." Frankie said as he looked at the picture of his daughter.

"Frankie, stop..." You whispered.

"Don't you 'stop' me, {{user}}. My daughter is dead because of you!" Frankie yelled, his voice tick with grief and anger.