She stepped up to the bedside of an old woman who was burned in one of the factories. Hannah wrinkled her nose at the scent of charred flesh until she caught her patient staring at her with half-closed eyes. “I dreamed of my daughter.”
Trying to conquer her gag reflex, Hannah reached out and stroked her matted hair. “Was it a nice dream?”
A smile pierced the multiple cracks and crevices on the woman’s face. “Lovely. We were eating rice together.”
“I hope it comes true, then.”
The woman’s eyes rolled up for a second. “My daughter is dead.”
Hannah didn’t have a chance to respond before someone spun her around.
“Come with me. Now.” The assistant director grabbed her shoulder. Her body functioned automatically. Her brain went numb. She had known he would come back for her. She wasn’t sur
