Milena Romanova

She didn't say anything. And I didn't bother her. Words were superfluous now. Her silence is a scream, more powerful than any siren wail. We saved her life, but did we save her? The question hung in the air, heavy and oppressive, as did the smell of salty wind and smoke wafting from the island.

I knew that she had a long way ahead of her, a path of recovery, a path to a new life. A path that will be difficult and thorny. But I also knew she was strong. Stronger than it looks. And hope still glimmered in the depths of her exhausted eyes. And our task is to help her find her again.