"The DNA under her nails and that tattoo," I said quietly, "those are our leads. If we follow them, we might find where Camilla is hiding."
Nelson nodded. "Yes. And if you discover anything, Mrs. Hale, contact us immediately."
"I will. Take care, Captain Tucker."
After he left, the door closed softly behind him.
Only then did I realize I had been holding my breath the entire time.
My shoulders dropped. My body felt heavy, like I had been standing on edge for days.
Lewis shifted from his wheelchair to sit beside me on the sofa. I curled up without thinking and rested my head on his lap. His scent wrapped around me warm, steady, grounding. My instincts calmed the moment his hand touched my hair.
"It's late," he murmured, fingers combing gently through the strands. "You should eat something."
I thought I had grown used to blood and death.
But the photos… and Lincy's swollen face this morning… they kept flashing in my mind.
"I can't eat," I whispered.
