Hannah is asleep because the pain medication Dr. Shannon prescribed has knocked her out. It’s good she sleeps because she needs to recover—in more ways than one.
Her young eyes have seen so much. I hate that she can’t live the life of a typical teenager, but I suppose Hannah has never been “normal,” and that’s a good thing. She’s far wiser and stronger than I was at her age.
Fiona hasn’t shown up. I’m surprised because after her theatrics last night, I thought she’d be here with the police, demanding mine and Puck’s head. Deep down, she knows that we can protect Hannah when she can’t.
It’s the first selfless thing she’s done.
When I hear the gravel crunch, the sure sign a car is approaching, I carefully part the curtain an inch and look out the living room window. I sigh when I see Pun
