After all the things he’d done in the past five or so years, this was definitely going to be the hardest of them all. Frank stood outside the old and familiar door and hoped against hope that they really weren’t there, so he wouldn’t have to deal with this. How was he supposed to explain everything to them? Maybe they’d forgive him, but they wouldn’t understand, and that was the hardest part. He didn’t want to fake his death, but that’s just something that had to be done. Wasn’t it? The door opened slowly.
“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, Mum?”
“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, Mum?”
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