Well, I missed yesterday, but I wrote something today. Thank goodness.
Hannah let herself be led out of the basement and into the hall. She didn’t trust this nurse, but she had no place to run.
Your heart is bent on chaos, the nurse had said. Holding the nurse’s hand Hannah knew it was true. Like her grandmother. Her grandmother caused trouble. Hannah knew that much. She slipped the metal pick-pocketing tool into her hand. If the nurse wanted trouble, she’d give it to her.
Nurse Meredith knew the Asylum and she knew how Security thought and acted. She also knew they’d checked this corridor already. They wouldn’t be back for a while yet. “You want to unlock everything. Is that right?”
“And what if I do?” Hannah answered.
“Then start with that door over there. I assume you’ve a key or something. I’m going to start on this side of the hall. You start over there.”
“Seriously? You. But you work here. Why are you telling me to—”
“Get to work, you little fool. Before Security starts thinking. Just unlock the door and move on to the next.” Meredith pointed. “Face what you wanted.”
Hannah hesitated, but she took the lock-pick and knelt at the door.