There would be no feasible way anyone could have impersonated Hannah when it came to her reaction. Set only on getting into the house, having no immediate intent beyond being in those walls where it was safe, she nearly ran into Dominic before realizing she was no longer alone outside. It wasn't that he hadn't been in her line of vision, only that tears were already obscuring her vision. But there was no mistaking the crushing hug she was engulfed in, one that opened the floodgates of her relieved tears and she clung to him with every last bit of strength in her limbs. Though she was twenty years old, it was the clinging of a child, tightly-wrapped arms and awkward legs and shuddering sobs that wracked her body.

The word 'Daddy' was repeated as if a mantra, worked in between gasps. She was never going to let go. Never. She still didn't understand how this happened, how she was free now because her kidnapper had ordered it, and right now, given that the whole thing was so dream like, him fading away seemed to be a distinct possibility. She wasn't even aware when the single word repetition turned to sobbed pleas for him not to be a dream and not to disappear. If she woke up from this in one of those rooms she had been placed in for a week, she wasn't sure she would be able to deal with it. Though it had seemed impossible to do, she clung harder still, still her arms ached from the effort, and cried out the toxicity of fear and uncertainty that had built up in her for a week.