Chapter 107: Hello, father dear.

A loud Bang! Crash! woke Mason from a deep sleep. Hannah started in his arms.

It took him half a second to remember they were in her bedroom and the other half to start moving. He stood, drawing his gun from the side table, and circled the bed to stand between her and the door.

"Mason?" Hannah whispered, the tension strung tight in her voice.

"In the bathroom, now."

She rolled out of bed and stopped, head tilted sideways. If possible, her face seemed to go even paler in the darkness.

A light flipped on downstairs, flooding the upper landing in a warm, yellow glow.

She turned, eyes wide, lips parted, panting, and mouthed, "Dad."

Oh shit.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

Mason kept the gun in hand, but lowered it.

Hannah tiptoed out of the room to the banister and peered over.

"Daddy?"

"Hannah. Dear God, they just told me." Footsteps thumped on the stairs.

She glanced over her shoulder, expression panic stricken.