Franklin couldn’t sleep that night.

The sterile scent of disinfectant clung to the hospital walls, the beeping monitors marked each second, but his mind refused to rest. He couldn't sleep when every time he shut his eyes, all he saw was her.

Thalia.

Her face.

Her smile.

Her laughter.

Her cries.

Her voice.

Every fragment of her haunted him, flooding the cracks of his memory. He missed the way she used to hug him when the weight of the world pressed too heavily against his ...