~Hannah’s Point of View~
I sniffle as I move, hating myself. Why did I blow up at Parker?
Isaac could never stand when things were good, too good. There had to be some underlying conspiracy. Things couldn’t just workout because. I shouldn’t think that way, but that's all I know.
I’m filled with relief that I’d gotten up to pee in the night and found a wad of cash along with a watch. I’d hidden it all in my shirt in the bathroom in case I needed to get away quickly. The stash in my room would be better but this will have to last.
The news that my brothers are in fact alive and perhaps trying to get to me should make me stay put. But that’s not how I’m wired.
I walk for what must be a couple of hours and when my stomach demands I eat, I curse myself for not taking some food. Money doe
