When Scarlett awoke, the sterile scent of disinfectant mixed with the faint trace of exhaustion hanging heavy in the air. By her bedside sat a policewoman, uniform pressed, posture calm, her presence like a quiet anchor amidst the storm of chaos Scarlett felt within herself.

The officer’s smile was gentle but steady, its warmth nothing frivolous, nothing forced—a momentary respite from the reality awaiting them both. “You’re awake. Would you like some water?” she ...