Chapter 3

Frank hesitated, looking a bit troubled. "Are we heading back already? But Moira and I aren't done playing yet."

There was a mocking amusement in his eyes, layered with a cold indifference.

What a jerk he was.

I rested my face in his palm, blinked, and tears started streaming down my cheeks. "But I really don't feel well. Maybe you could give me your phone? I'll call a cab and head to the hospital myself, okay?"

"Uh..." Frank sounded uncertain.

He gazed at me with a soft look, clearly wavering.

Moira cut in, "But if Yvette goes to the hospital,…