EIGHT
Hannah Morgan awoke from a nap in the comfortable sleeping room on the second floor of the cabin. As she untangled herself from the soft sheets and down comforter, she could not help but think that something appeared out of the ordinary with her hosts. Something about their manner bothered her, especially the hasty exit from the cabin with barely a word of prior planning.
Laughter downstairs prompted her out of her disquieted slumber. As she walked down the wooden stairs, she saw Allie cradled in the arms of her brother, giggling and laughing with not a hint of trouble. Her daughter seemed happy. The road trip across the Midwest had not been as tortuous as she had imagined. ‘If only we could have traveled as happy vacationers instead of wanted fugitives,’ Hannah whispered to
