It seems like an eternity we sit in here, the windows steaming up until they are too foggy to see anything clearly, and Camilla has managed to get her breathing under control. It’s obvious she is in a lot of pain and trying not to move much. Stiff, immobile, and focused fully on not moving a muscle.

They put us in another car and moved us somewhere new. Another back-street alley, another group of terrifying men, and I’m starting to become so dizzy and weak with lack of sleep and ...