I was rolling around in bed.
Supposedly I was making a lot of noise.
Agnetha honey what's wrong?
Frida is that you?
Yes baby girl.
Kennedy lied to me.
How do you know?
I have a feeling and I'm wrestling with this.
With that I heard a knock at my hotel room door.
It was Kennedy.
Her other eye was black.
I was about to scream when I saw this.
But I didn't want to freak the baby out.
Automatic I pulled her into me.
She buried her face in my neck and started to cry.
Kennedy honey.
Frida was still here with me.
We both felt our hearts shatter in a million pieces.
When she woke up I was going to confront her.
