It was just enough to ensure Hannah slept peacefully all the way to the orphanage. By the time she woke up, it would be too late to run.
That bitch had stolen everything that was rightfully hers, lording her position over her. Even if they were getting a divorce, Sandra would be damned if she let Hannah have a happy life afterward.
She would destroy her marriage, her career, her sanity. She would make sure Hannah suffered for the rest of her life.
In the car, Hannah stared out the window as the scenery blurred past. Her eyelids grew heavy, and after a few blinks, she couldn't keep them open any longer.
Lionel noticed and turned off the radio, putting on some soft, instrumental music instead. Within minutes, Hannah was fast asleep.
At a red light, Lionel gently braked. He took off his jacket and draped it over her, his gaze softening as he looked at her peaceful face.
It was such a simple, quiet moment, yet it had become an unattainable luxury for them.
He couldn't remember the last time they had been together like this, in calm silence.
“Sleep well,” he murmured, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.
An hour later, Hannah stirred, blinking sleepily at the unfamiliar scenery outside. She was about to ask if they had arrived when the gates up ahead came into sharp focus.
Sunflower Haven.
The name, the wrought-iron gate, the signature sunflower sculptures flanking the entrance—it was all sickeningly familiar. A painful throbbing started in her temples, and her breath quickened. She shot upright, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“You’re awake?” Lionel said. “Perfect timing. We’re here. Let’s get…”
“You said you were taking me to meet grandma!” Hannah shrieked, grabbing his arm. “Why did you bring me here? What are you doing, Lionel? Who told you to bring me to this place?”
Her voice was a raw, guttural cry.
Lionel stared at her, shocked by her reaction. She looked like a cornered animal, her eyes blazing with a wild, desperate fury.
Before he could explain, Jason appeared at the passenger-side window, a sickeningly cheerful smile on his face as he pulled the door open.
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