The evening sun streamed through the glass windows into the café.
Roger sat at the table, staring at the haggard woman across from him.
He had seen her information in the files, but in person, she looked much older than in the photographs.
"Tell me, what exactly happened back then?"
Although the weather was indeed hot, the woman felt cold.
"That was the height of White Apricot Tree Camp's glory. We kept expanding our operations, but still couldn't satisfy the exploding number of people each year."
"Among all the children attending the camp, only a tiny fraction were from Swamp Town, the majority were from the surrounding cities and Bordeaux Downtown."
"Amelie was one of them."
"She was a shy girl, her family was fairly well-off; her mother was a nurse and her father probably worked in a bank. They sent her here, just wanting to strengthen her social skills."
Ashley wrapped her hands around the coffee cup.
"Do you have a photo of her?" asked Roger.
