Thalia smiled faintly as she pushed her chair back, her smile was polite and detached at the same time, her fingers already closing around her purse, she couldn't even bear to sit and be talking to him, she felt so irritated.

She had barely taken a step when his hand caught hers.

She froze and looked down slowly at their joined hands.

Franklin’s grip wasn’t firm, yet it carried desperation. His fingers trembled slightly, as if holding her was the only thing keeping him ...