Everyone heard it. She is not yours. Frankie was stunned to silence as he stared at the mother of his babygirl, who was still playing with the other kids in costumes at the Halloween party.

"She... S-she..." Frankie studders. "No... No, I... She's... She's mine. I was there when she was born-"

Frankie's voice broke as he looked at her, her soft curls bouncing as she was exchanging candy with other kids.