It felt strange being here. Similar to our arrival at Annecy's camp but much, much different. Here, I was accepted, not shunned and kept a prisoner. Here, I was loved.

We were shown to an adorable little bungalow that was all ours, and one of the women brought clothes for both of us.

"I'm sorry," she said to Aimes, handing him a thermal shirt and sweatpants. "These are the biggest we have. I hope they're big enough for you."

"It's an improvement either way," he said. ...