Frankie got home from work, kicking his shoes off by the entrance before he walked behind you, kissing your neck softly before helping with dinner. He called out for your daughter to help set the table. But when she appeared in the kitchen both you and Frankie looked at the papers she was holding.

"I'm adopted?" She mumbled, tears in her eyes as she tossed the papers on the counter.

Frankie's heart raised, staring at her. They knew this day would come. The day you'd have to face the consequences of hiding the truth from her.

"Baby-..." Frankie tried but your daughter just shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks.