Re: log: hannah and ren
Hannah was relieved, relived and it coursed through her as the boy was transferred from arms to truck. And maybe it was bad or unkind, but the man drove away as soon as the boy was situated, and Hannah understood. His charges were valuable and needed to go. They needed to flee and run and live, and Hannah watched the retreating lights as footfalls rang around her and Ren like a stampede. There were screams as people panicked, and weapons were drawn. A shot rang out somewhere, and Hannah didn't even turn to look for the sound.
Instead, she took Ren's hand, and she squeezed, tugged, and she nodded. "I took an Uber to the corner, and then I walked the rest of the way."
Maybe it wasn't the best answer, but Hannah didn't have a license and she didn't drive. "I can call someone to get me," she offered, because she'd already dragged him into a terrible, terrible situation. This was like Alice's Wonderland but not so wonderful, and he couldn't climb out now that he'd followed the White Rabbit in.