ROBERT’S POV

“What confession are you talking about Frank?” My brows furrowed as I asked.

He looked away in somewhat fear, hesitant to talk. I couldn't help but notice that colour had drained from his face and his eyes looked like they were on the verge of tears.

Realizing I had to make him feel comfortable to open up to me, I stopped what I was doing and got up from my seat. I approached him like a father to a worried son and held him by the shoulder, reassuring him. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

He looked back at me but struggled to maintain eye contact...