Chapter 12

Hannah tapped politely on the door before entering the room. “Mrs Nowak?”

A heavyset, elderly woman, sat in a large, high-backed tapestry covered, well-padded chair. She had a pair of thick red-rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose and she looked over them when she looked up from the book she was reading. “Yes?”

“I just wanted to say welcome and to introduce myself. I’m Hannah.”

“Hello, Hannah.”

“Is there anything I can get you? I am just about to finish up for the day.”

“That is kind of you to ask, but I am fine.”

Hannah looked around the room. Like most residents, there was a large shelving unit along a wall in her room. Th...

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