DAWN’S FIRST INSTINCT is to hug Wendy, and even Cam.

Her second instinct is to slam the door in their faces.

She does neither.

She stands there and stares at Cam and Wendy, and Cam and Wendy stare back, and neither of them says anything, and Dawn tries to be tough, tries to remind herself that it was Cam and Wendy who had her kidnapped in the first place.

That it was Wendy who replaced her dad, who fell in love with Cam too soon.

That she should hate them both for what they’ve put her through, for ruining her life even before the kidnapping.

But Cam and Wendy look so old, and tired, and scared.

They look like they’ve been lost in the forest, too.

And Dawn realizes she can’t hate them, as much as she wants to. She realizes, to her horror, that she actually feels kind of guilty.

“I’m not going back to Sacramento,” she tells them. “Just so you know.”

Wendy and Cam glance at each other. “We’re not here to bring you home,” Cam tells her. And he squeezes Wendy’s shoulder again. “We just want to see for ourselves you’re all right.”

Beside him, Wendy begins to cry.

And Dawn feels even worse.