Hannah sat curled up on the couch, her eyes swollen from crying, her face weary. The scent of chocolate wafted in from the kitchen next to the living room, slightly soothing Hannah's nerves.

Susan approached, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate and handing one to Hannah.

"Chocolate boosts your endorphins," Susan said. "It's said to make you feel euphoric."

Hannah accepted the mug with a weak nod. "Thanks," she replied shortly.

"Care to tell me what's going on?" asked Susan.

Hannah didn't know where to start; her mind was foggy, overwhelmed with thoughts. Of all her assumptions, Sarah's motive was the one she questioned the most.

Yes, Hannah knew Sarah...