CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
A Very Real DangerHana heard the children moving around in the room next door and sighed. Her body ached and she groaned as she tried to push herself upright on jelly arms. With a head that felt filled with cotton wool, she turned enough to push her feet free of the covers and find the floor. A soft rug met her bare skin and she let her toes wriggle against the texture, not recognising it from home. Hana raised a hand to her face and her fingers contacted a lump over her cheekbone. She felt roughness and a stab of pain shot into her eye like a needle pressed through her pupil into her brain. “Ow!” she groaned. Dipping forward increased the pressure in her head and she battled with the desire to sink back into the oblivion of sleep. Nausea bit deep inside her stomach and
