Tracing the Mastermind

Thalia’s POV

I stared down at the jagged handwriting bleeding through the thin slip of paper. The address meant absolutely nothing to me, just a random string of numbers and street names. Glancing back through the glass window of the hospital ward, I took in Harper’s battered form lying motionless on the bed. A few days ago, the sight might have sparked a flicker of compassion, but right now, zer