Elle ended up at the hospital to take the guys to a safe house. Unfortunately now, I don't know where Frank is. Sure we can see each other, but not often, and at a public place. He has a target on his back. Phillip Lewis has a lot of allies that want him out of jail. 

"Gee? This is for you," Mikey hands me letter and leaves. I open it, reading the short letter. 

I don't actually like you. And I never want to see you again. I just said it because I wanted to get out of the hospital. If anything, I hate you, you suicidal jerk. Everything would be easier if you were dead.

Don't call me ever again.

~Frank

I gasp. This isn't true. I drop the letter and feel tears rush to my eyes. It's his handwriting. No return address. Mikey must have heard me crying because he runs in. He holds me and reads the letter. 

"Son of a bitch," he mutters before full on hugging me. My heart pounds in my chest, and my head spins. "Gee, he's just angry. He might not even remember writing it. You never know what's going on." 

"Maybe..." I bite my lip. I quickly dry my eyes and stand up. "I'm going to call Elle and see what she knows," I pull my phone out and call her. Mikey just stares at me. "Elle? Yeah, well here's the thing, Frank sent me a letter. Oh, you haven't been in contact with him recently? Oh, nevermind then..." 

Mikey hugs me. "It could just be Phillip's fucking gang trying to get to you since they can't get to Frank. You never know. Besides, you're meeting with Frank in a week, right before the trial. So just ask him then," he reasons with me before leaving the room. 

Ever since Frank came into my life, it'd been brighter, as cheesy as that sounds. But now, something different. Maybe it was all just a lie. Maybe it was life being a bitch. Maybe I've already lived for far too long.