CHAPTER FIFTY
Help from Strange QuartersMole ushered Hana and the children back into the bedroom and dismissed the other guards. He jerked his head towards the bed and his eyes narrowed as he performed a head count. “Where is boy?” he asked.
Hana widened her eyes and clasped her children to her sides. She felt like a hen collecting her chicks beneath her wings. “You will get rid of us, won’t you?” Her voice trembled. “This is it.”
Mole shook his head and placed a finger against his lips. “Just wait for the doctor,” he hissed. “Where is boy?”
“I don’t know.” Hana sank onto the mattress and took the children with her. Watchful and silent, they didn’t complain as her fingers gripped their clothing and held them too hard. “I’ll do whatever you want. Please, let the children go. This isn’t
