Camille sat propped up in her hospital bed, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window casting warm patterns across the white sheets. Three days had passed since her rescue, and the bruises on her face were beginning to fade from deep purple to yellow-green. Alexander sat in the chair beside her bed, holding her hand as she slowly regained her strength.

"The doctors say you can go home tomorrow," Alexander said, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. ...