#Chapter154

Don’t

Iris' p.o.v.

The night was windy. Far from being cold, but very windy.

And as Mr. McConnell had predicted, it was exactly thirty minutes' drive from the house. Including the traffic jams and checkpoints.

We pulled up in front of a neighborhood that seemed almost too empty to be called a neighborhood. All the lights in the houses were out and the only form of life I had seen in the area was a stray dog.

Hunter's reasons for being here? I didn't even wanna think about it.

"He said house number twenty seven. Can you see the numbers on the houses?" Mr. McConnell asked, breaking the silence....