CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Hana groaned in pain on the cold floor. Her dress didn't keep out the chill pushing through from the icy surface. “Pull the cupboard out from the wall, Amy,” she hissed. “We must keep looking.” Nobody answered and Hana opened her eyes. “Oh, no,” she whined as the mirage of Jas’ warm bedroom faded, abandoning her on the garage floor of the Achilles Rise house.
Shadows lengthened from the walls and Hana pushed herself into a sitting position without using her right arm. Nausea bit as the bones in her elbow ground beneath the skin. Squinting in the half-light, she saw Peter North slumped in the far corner, unmoving. He sat on the concrete floor, blood seeping from a cut to his crown. His thin dusting of hair appeared translucent in the disappearing light and his head rese
