June

Back at the hospital, Ted was already waiting for us near the entrance. Meanwhile, my insides felt like wet cement.

God. I thought I was close—so close—to getting him back.

But of course not.

His body remembers, but his heart? His heart is still rebooting on factory settings.

I let out a disappointed sigh and walk faster, the frustration boiling so loud I can practically hear it.

"June—June…" Hermes calls, practically jogging after me. "Okay, June, I remember…"

I ...