Hanna couldn't stand staying in the house for one more second. Sure, the Weathers couple were taking incredibly loving care of her, but she just could not get over the feeling of anger and sadness of her parents’ death. The gaping hole in her soul seemed to be sinking endlessly and it was as if reaching the bottom would never happen.
She knew she probably would never forget this pain.
Her thoughts were muddling over these emotions while washing some dishes. Hanna could clearly still recall their faces, their voices, the way they heartlessly murdered and laughed about it, now engraved into her memory. Aunt Lisa had told her that she was weak and too small to be a fighter. Hanna knew Lisa was not wrong, but it made her feel unsatisfied. There had to be something she could do!