Ellen's POV

As father and I made our way out of the secret bunker. I was happy that the kids were responding to treatments. It would make more sense if I had the kids awake and crying. Maybe that way, it would stir Kamille to make the right decision already.

I looked at the video again and remembered how frightened she looked.

“Where is my mummy?” She asked, her face white as snow and her eyes barely open.

“Mummy is coming soon,” The doctor had coaxed her and ...