Chapter 32Gravel crunches under a car rolling into the front yard. The car stops, and the car door opens and closes swiftly. Footsteps stomp up the stairs and across the porch. Panicked, I rush for the g*n. The doorbell chimes several times, followed by Hannah's loud voice.
“Vic, it's me, Hannah!”
I exhale, gather my composure, and return the g*n to the console. Hannah storms into the foyer appearing as if she'd ran from Manhattan. Her one-sided braid unravels with wisps falling messily about her face. Familiar vanilla and raspberry fragrance permeate the foyer; evoking happy memories.
She drops her bag and shudders with her ears to her shoulders.“It's freezing out there, and it's starting to snow.” She grabs and squeezes me tightly. “You scared me to death!” She exclaims.
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