Chapter 4

"Who's worried about you? Like I said, I'm just worried your hands will get messed up and then who'll peel shrimp for me?" I retorted, but I subconsciously eased up her movements.

"Oh," Franklin drawled. "So, for the sake of my hands, maybe you could stop pulling so many weeds?"

"That depends on how you behave," I said.

I gently pressed the last Band-Aid onto his hand, quickly pulled my hand back, and stood up to leave.

"Leila," Franklin called out again.

I turned around.

He sat on the couch, the light behind him, his face hidden in shadow.

"If…