Yulia's hands wouldn't stop trembling, the last thing she remembered was being thrown out of the Grand Palais, into the cold night and her phone vibrating in her palm. The doctor's voice was calm and detached.

Now the smell of the antiseptic clung to her clothes, bitter and suffocating.The sharp beeping of the heart monitor echoed in her skull, a reminder of how fragile he was. Franklin lay there— pale, not moving, his forehead head wrapped in white gauze.

She had stared at ...