C43 What Have I Done

Tristen Moreno's nerves, which had been stretched taut all night, finally relaxed.

He squatted down and reached out to touch her head. He peeled off the hair covering her face. His voice was slightly hoarse, but every word was clear: "Ulla Howell, I've finally found you."

Her hair was very messy and her clothes were wrinkled. There were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, but fortunately