Chapter 7
1:30 p.m.
“Miss?”
Hannah blinked and raised her eyes to Markus’s driver, who was back in the room again after having carried her luggage to the car. “Yes?”
“Will that be all?” Donovan asked, his face impassive.
She looked around her rented room seeing it from the driver’s eyes. The small amount of furniture she had was shabby to say the least. The towels and bed linens were not worth keeping. Neither was the tiny refrigerator, microwave, coffee machine, nor the few kitchen utensils that were neatly stacked by the sink.
All her clothes and personal things fit in three pieces of luggage, which were already in the car trunk.
She put her mother’s photo in her bag and closed it with a snap. “Yes, that will be all.”
She wouldn’t miss the years she had spent there, and with the
