He had work at the coliseum that night and couldn't be late.
The door was closed, and Hannah sat by the window, looking up and out.
This side faced east, with simple buildings and apartments, the tallest being six stories high.
Although lacking by external standards, by Bree's measure, these were considered good living conditions.
Seventeen had really put a lot of thought into it.
Outside the window was a tall banyan tree, its foliage lush in this season, probably because it had grown for many years without maintenance, with some branches and leaves already reaching into the window, within easy reach.
Sunlight trickled down through the treetops onto the windowsill, and the old-fashioned stained glass cast a faint halo, making everything seem tranquil and beautiful, aside from the fact that this was in Bree.
Suddenly, Hannah stood and walked to the window to look down, just as Seventeen was walking under the tree.
