Chapter 5 — They Didn’t Get the Recordings

At the hospital, Camila looked impossibly small beneath the clinical blankets, held immobile by the hard architecture of medical frames, her face darkened with the marks of what had been done to her.

I will not describe it further.

I sat down and I took her hand and I waited, and when her eyes slowly opened, she whispered through cracked lips the first thing on her mind — not the pain, not fear, but this.

“Micah.