Frankie could see the tightness in very one of Nathaniel's muscles. Her presence upset him, and for that she was sorry. Hurting him had never been her intention. She still loved him, and it was hard seeing him in pain and knowing she was the source. If only she could turn back time and undo all of this. He'd have been better off without her.
"Hi," she said in a meek voice. Frankie worried her bottom lip for a moment, her hands balling up in fists in her pockets as she rocked back on her heels. "Can I come in?" It felt strange having to ask. Not long ago, he would have pulled her in by now, unable to keep his hands and lips off her.