Chapter 3 - Safehouse in Evanston
Rain slammed against the windshield of Hannah's SUV as she sped down Lake Shore Drive toward Evanston.
In the back seat, three-year-old Lily was finally fast asleep, her breathing soft and uneven.
Hannah glanced in the rearview mirror, checking the visible red mark blooming on her daughter's tender cheek.
She pulled into the driveway of a quiet brick townhouse owned by her lifelong friend, Sarah.
Sarah opened the front door, gasping as she saw Hannah carrying the asleep toddler wrapped in a blanket.
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"What happened to her face, Hannah?" Sarah asked in horror as they stepped into the warm foyer.
"Martha crossed the line tonight, Sarah," Hannah whispered softly. "And Mark let her."
