She looked up at him, and her eyes were full of a grief so old it had worn grooves.

“Because they made me believe I killed Tamsyn.”

Ellard could not immediately hold the size of it.

His mind was still catching up to the fact that his daughter was alive at all, and now she was telling him that she had spent her captivity not as a prisoner who knew herself wronged, but as a woman who believed she was a killer hiding from justice.

Those are different prisons.

A woman who knows she is innocent nurses hope; she watches for a chance, she plans, she waits for the world to discover the truth.