CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Hannah
She was pretty sure it was night-time because everything was black except for a strip of light down low. Something about that was weird, but she couldn’t seem to think straight.
Maybe she wasn’t awake but dreaming, like an epic nightmare, because her palms and head were sweaty and her heart thumped in her chest. She was shivering hard too.
Then she heard people laughing and other noises she couldn’t work out. For a few seconds, Hannah thought everything was okay after all – Riles and Coops were just mucking around and she was in bed.
But her teeth started to chatter again. It was freezing. Her head whirled.
This is bad. Am I sick? Where am I?
She jerked, thinking her bed faced the wrong direction. She felt uncomfortable but normally loved bed, was sort of
