Fiona's POV

Three weeks, twenty-one days, five hundred and four hours. That was how long Jalen had been gone, not that I was counting—okay, maybe I was.

Every day felt emptier than the one before. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself, every thought somehow found its way back to him. I missed him, I missed him so much it hurts.

One evening, after spending almost an hour staring at our old pictures, I made a decision—If Jalen weren't going to speak, then I would. I set up my camera ...