Chapter 30
Opening the bedroom door and peeking out, Hana regretted not paying attention the night before when Logan walked her to her room. A long corridor stretched to the left and right on either side of her, flanked by doors. Hana hovered in the doorway, wondering whether to attempt to navigate her way downstairs or pull out her phone and text Logan. “I can’t do that,” she hissed at herself. “Embarrassing.” She rolled her eyes at the memory of the previous night’s drunkenness and cringed. The tablet she took to calm her nerves before leaving school hadn’t played well with alcohol. The eight-year-old stash in her bathroom at home needed flushing.
Hana took her bearings, noting the number eleven on her door. She let it close behind her but then couldn’t open it. Finding it locked, she
