Anna's quiet movements went completely unnoticed — all eyes were glued to the tense showdown between the two women.
As Vera stupidly admitted a few things in shock, Hannah's smile only grew wider. "Yeah, I'm not dead. If a murderer like you is still walking free, why wouldn't I be alive?"
Charles was listening in confusion. He had a gut feeling, but he just didn't want to believe it.
Helen was even more stunned. She stared at her supposedly vegetative niece, eyes wide open in disbelief. She took a few shaky steps forward and rubbed her eyes, clearly uncertain. "Hannah?"
"Ms. Davis." The second Hannah saw her, tears welled up instantly, her voice small and choked with emotion.
That completely broke Helen. She rushed over, pulled Hannah into a hug and gently touched her sunk
