Camilla didn’t know how to explain how torn she felt, how powerless. She was failing, and the thought of losing Katrina felt like a physical blow.

“We’re almost there,” Cyrus said quietly, his voice slicing through the thick air of tension. “You don’t have to say anything, Camilla. I know this is hard.”

She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. “I feel like I’m failing everyone,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I can’t fix this. I can’t fix her. And I don’t know who’s doing this, but they won’t stop. They’re just going to keep hurting her.”

Cyrus didn’t respond at first. The only...