Caitlyn's POV

The police took down my statement, and some female officers looked at me with pity. My body was covered in torn wounds, and I couldn't imagine what kind of torture I'd been through.

The rare kindness in their eyes warmed me, but it also made me realize something: strangers could show me more compassion than the people closest to me, who wanted to take away my freedom, my life.

As I pieced together the information I had, for the first time, I felt an intense desire to kill someone. I didn't even know what role I played in this drama. My mind was spinning; I had to do...