The boy regarded Galilea with wariness, rising to his feet as she approached.

Galilea stood before him and inquired, "Frankie?"

Frankie examined Galilea from head to toe, then asked cautiously, “Do you know me?"

Without skipping a beat, Galilea posed a more direct question, “Is your father going to prison?"

Frankie's countenance shifted.

"Don't say such things."

“I'm not talking nonsense," Galilea countered firmly.

“You're well aware that your father is a murderer."

Frankie's face paled, his eyes welling up with tears. He bit his trembling lip and retorted, “He's not..."

“Would you like to help your father?"

“How?" Frankie asked, intrigued.

Galilea explained, "It's quite simple. Just talk to your great-grandmother and ask her to plead with Sabrina. If Sabrina forgives your father, he won't go to jail."

Frankie fell into a moment of contemplative silence before responding with confusion, “But... But my mom won't Let me tell my great-grandmother."

"That's because your mother wants to divorce your father and doesn't want him to be released," Galilea revealed.

"Your dad has always been good to you. Do you really want him to spend his life behind bars or worse?"

Frankie furrowed his brow. The decision weighed heavily on his young mind.

He didn't want his parents to divorce, nor did he want his father to remain imprisoned or face an even harsher fate.

“Your father didn't cheat on your mom, but your mom didn't know it,”

Galilea reassured him.

“Once he's out and can explain, your parents won't have to divorce."