They drive in silence until Father pulls into a dirt lane and turns the engine off. They sit in the backseat, holding hands.
‘Food and water in the boot. Brought your sleeping bags? Here, keys. Good luck.’
Off he treks.
‘Now what, Han?’
‘Don’t worry. We’ll drive until we find friendly people who’ll take us in.’
Hanna jangles the keys. Starting the car takes three attempts, turning it around six.
‘You’ll get us killed.’
‘Cut the negativity, Greg.’
‘How do you manage to remain so chirpy?’
‘We can’t let that witch win. We’ll survive and one day, we’ll get revenge.’