Present day. In the hospital…

Franklin’s fingers twitched against the bedsheet, clinging to it like a drowning man reaching for driftwood. His heartbeat rose and fell, each breath catching in his lungs and his eyes squeezed tighter, as if by shutting them he could cage in the storm clawing its way through his mind.

But he couldn’t. The memories had already broken loose. Nine years ago. He had been exhausted, that night, the office had drained him completely, he was tired and all ...