Home and settling in, Frank takes a rest. When he wakes, Marka tells him he has guests.
Frank walked into the living room a few minutes later, his hair and teeth brushed. A vaguely familiar blonde sat on the couch next to a dark eyed teenager. She stood when he came in the room, looking ready to bolt. Marka took her hand and she sat again.
“Hi, Frank.”
“Britt?” He smiled, walking over to her. He took her hand, shaking it. “It’s strangely good to see you.”
“I have someone you need to meet,” she said shyly. “This is Elijah. Your son.”
The boy stood, holding out his hand. He looked so solemn, Frank tried to match it. He took the proffered, shaking it firmly.
“Hello, Elijah. It’s good to meet you.”
“Hi.”
“I’m sorry I never told you, Frank. After what happened. . . . I was too embarrassed…
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