PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I pulled my jacket hood over my head as watched Frank eat in silence. I crept farther back to the edge of the window in hopes he wouldn’t be able to see me. The glare was chaotic and he was so lost in his thoughts, I didn’t think he would be able to me. He was too lost in his own grief to notice mine, no matter how desperately I wanted him to. I knew he blamed me for Alice’s death, but I knew the truth. I just needed to get him to see it my way.
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