“Alexis looked out over the field she had conjured up, towards the setting sun. A field full of flowers that she loved. A reminder of what she saw in her future, to help ease her guilt about what she was leaving behind.
She’d have to leave Alexis behind, too. With that name, she’d be too easy to find. Instead, she chose a name that came closest to her favorite flowers. Camille.
Camille smiled, and walked away, towards her new future.”