After surviving the most harrowing night of my life, I'm left desperate for answers. No one will tell me where North is, and my last memory of him is his blood-streaked face. But stars don't bleed, do they? As the first light of dawn creeps in, the steady beep of a monitor becomes my anchor. When that beeping fades away, I'm thrust into a world where the North Star has lost its brilliance. It's scattered into a thousand glittering fragments, and nobody knows how to mend it. But how am I supposed to find my way back without the light of my guiding star? And how can I help North rediscover his own light? In the deafening quiet, I find solace in my art. Sketching moments of love, awakening, yearning, and the journey back to where it all began. It feels like only yesterday when North Beckett blew into my life like a Canadian whirlwind, leaving me breathless. Now, as his gaze meets mine, my world crumbles and shifts, and I know that nothing will ever be the same again.