Riley’s POV

Hannah's room is quiet when I enter. She is sitting on the bed, hugging her legs in a position very similar to the one I adopt when I feel overwhelmed. Evidently, it's something she's learned from me.

“Hello, little one. How are you feeling?” I ask as I walk over to her bed and sit down next to her.

Hannah keeps her eyes fixed on the closed windows. She seems lost, absorbed in her own world.

Worry is evident on her face. Her blonde hair is loose and ...