CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Hannah
Hannah layered some leaves under her windcheater, pulled the hood over her head and, even though it was dorky, tied the strings under her chin. She was a bit warmer but her hoodie pressed on bits of glass stuck in her skin. She ignored the pain – it wouldn’t kill her. The bleeding had mostly stopped. Some of the blood was sticky. A few cuts were oozing, but she didn’t think she was going to die from bleeding out.
And she didn’t think she’d die from cold now either.
She’d kept moving in the same direction – she was pretty sure of that because the moon was always sort of to her right, when not behind the clouds or trees. She had no idea how long she’d been gone, but she’d covered a lot of ground and thought she had a chance of making it.
Hannah pictured her mum
