Rose's eyebrows drew together as she heard the words her father shouted, words like a piece of a puzzle that she turned and turned until...

She drew in a sharp breath and her face lit up, for suddenly she could see the pattern she had been looking at all this time but could not understand. Him?

She looked at the bloodied curled up bundle that was her former employer and for the first time, she did not feel fear or hatred, but compassion.