Chapter 45: The Confrontation

HANNAH

Harry began rocking side to side as he relived his story. Seething with rage, he didn’t hear a word I said and neither did he hear the crunch of leaves within the trees.

I wasn’t stupid enough to look over to see who was approaching, instead, I began to move my body around Harry’s position, so that he would automatically turn as I moved around him. By the time I had come to a standstill, Harry’s back was towards the trees whereas I had a full-on view of the trees over his shoulder.

Harry began mumbling, as if almost talking to himself.

“Harry, I don’t understand. Start from the beginning and tell me again. Slowly.” I instructed.

“Vazar! What do you see in him anyway?” Harry ranted. “That man has been nothing but trouble ever since the first day I clapped eyes on him!”

“When was that, then?” I asked, squinting discreetly into the trees. I could now see several shapes take form.