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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “It’s three in the morning.” Karen said sleepily, as she let Frank into her apartment, “What are you doing here?”
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Frank didn’t say anything, he simply stepped into the warm apartment. New York could be cold around this time of year, and Karen’s apartment was always warm. The sweet smell of a cinnamon candle floated through the air. It reminded Frank of the cliche home that he had always dreamed of having. But now, a safe and comfortable home was so far out of Frank’s reach.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “I just needed. . .” What exactly did Frank need? “I just needed to see you.”
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀How could Frank explain to Karen of all he had been through the last few weeks? He had been so close to finding out who had killed his family, alas there was always another piece of the puzzle to be solved.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Do you want some coffee?” Karen was also so kind, “I’ll make us some while you settle in.”
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And just like that, Karen disappeared into her kitchen. Leaving Frank to kick off his muddy boots, and look around. This life, this domesticity, could be hers. He could settle down here, Karen would surely love that.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But there’s no rest for the wicked.