#Chapter 142: Stowaway

Hannah I quickly made my way downstairs to let Viona in. I clutched my robe around myself, glad to see that the house had long since gone quiet and that the festival had come to an end—and that Noah had apparently gone to sleep. As soon as I opened the back door, Viona rushed into my arms, tears streaming down her face. “Hannah, I’m so sorry to bother you this late,” she sobbed. I hugged her tightly, shivering in the cold night air. “It’s okay, Vi. I was still awake. Come on, let’s go inside and talk.” Viona nodded and let me lead her inside. I strode into the kitchen and flicked on the light, gesturing for her to sit at the spot by the kitchen island while I began boiling water in the kettle. “Thank you, Hannah,” she sniffled as I prepared two cups of tea. I simply shrugged. My eyes wandered over to the two duffle bags sitting on the floor by her feet. Something had clearly happened tonight, although I wasn’t going to pry until she was ready t