Fanny. His brave and beautiful girl lay frozen, so still. Too quiet.

Michel felt his heartbreak.

When he first lost her, he thought he was in pain. But now... now he knows what real pain feels like.

And Fanny has been through worse than that.

"Fanny..." Michel whispered, leaning against her ear.

"It's me. Michel. I'm here now."

A small cry escaped his lips when she didn't answer.

He despaired when he saw her beautiful brown eyes. To hear her sweet ...