Franklin drove like a madman, the tires screeching loud enough to wake the entire island. His heart hammered painfully in his chest as he pulled into the hospital parking lot, barely putting the car in park before he pushed the door open and stormed inside.

He walked down the corridor, ignoring the nurses who greeted him, ignoring the stares, ignoring everything except the burning question clawing at his skull.

He needed answers.

He needed clarity.

He needed to know why George’s blood matched Thalia’s daughter and his didn’t.

His breath was uneven when he finally reached the diagnostics wing. A doctor stepped out from an office and instantly recognized him....