CAMILLE

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

The lame and bloodied body lying on the bed in front of me didn't look like the woman I had always loved and shared everything with.

She was sleeping when I walked in – or so I thought – until I ran my hand over the bandage on her head and down her hair.

She reminded me of what James looked like the first day I had come to see him in the hospital after the accident, and I remember just what I first thought when I saw him in that state – he ...