Karina's POV
I sat as usual at the kitchen table with my coffee and my newspaper. Hanna wasn't home, Oliver had called me and told me she would sleep over with him again. It made me happy, happy to know that she was among people who cared about her and did not try to exploit her. Although I knew about this, something in me whispered that something was wrong. I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Hanna had been acting weird for weeks now. Every time I tried to talk to her about it, she just stopped herself even more and did not say anything. Therefore, I have distanced myself, hoping that she will tell me what is wrong. It hasn't happened yet. I continue to live on the hope that she will talk to me. My little princess, strong and beautiful. There was nothing I would not do for her sake,
