"The trouble is, you think you have time."
-Buddha
Hanna's POV:
As soon as I stopped in front of the house, I knew something was up. There were no people, no sounds, no anything. Just the most haunting feeling in the world - something was wrong.
I immediately got out of the car, not caring any less about my safety in this situation. I would die as long as it meant she was alive.
Getting in the house, I knew I should have waited for the explosion, but I just couldn't, I didn't necessarily care if I was shot to death whilst trying to make sure she was safe. She'd probably been through hell and back during these days.
I walked around, reaching the stairs, the smell of blood hit my nose rather quickly. At first, I took a few steps upstairs, but I realized the smell only got weaker if
