Frankie was with Santiago, trying to fix a car in his garage when he saw you arrive with the kids.

"Hey! How are my two favorite girls?" He said as he wiped his hands with a rag.

"He left." You said with a shaky voice, trying not to cry in front of the kids. "Left the signed papers on the table and... And left."

"What?... He... He just let left? Just like that?" Frankie asked, picking up the oldest kid and holding her against his hip. He looked at the kids, then at you before he sighed and guided you inside the house.