Outside, the engine roared to life. The car
veered at full speed back onto Bridlemile Road, the
red taillights f lickering in the window of the main
room as the couple sped away.
Hanna burned from head to toe. She couldn’t
tell if it was fear or anger—all she knew was that she
really wanted to grab one of that woman’s crocodile
skin boots and hit her with it.
“You okay?” Izzy asked her.
Hanna shook her head, unable to speak. Izzy
hugged Hanna with one arm, frizzy curls brushing
her face.
“Everyone back into the dining room,” said Ma
Etty. “That woman has a case of mistaken identity.
I’m sure we’ve seen the last of her.”
But a knot of dread had settled in Hanna’s
stomach. She didn’t think Elena Baxter would go
away that easily.
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