CHAPTER FIFTY
Hannah
Hannah hadn’t heard the van return and there were no voices – no noises except the dog’s snores and—gross—mice or rats scratching in the ceiling above her.
It had to be now. She didn’t know how long Ealdy and Dicko would be out, how long it’d take to get away or how far she’d have to go to reach someone who could help.
If there is anyone around.
She dropped her legs over the bed and her toes found the floor. She waited for the world to stop spinning. It did. But everything stayed pitch black.
This is going to be so hard in the dark.
Hannah pinched her arm to stop her getting sooky. She reminded herself that she’d always been good at memory games and Josh’d said that the boxing drills had sharpened her up. Plus she’d expected this – she knew there was no light bu
