Chapter Seventy-One. Overwhelmed.
Hannah’s Point of View.
I sit alone is peaceful silence, watching the sunrise, as it peaks up over the eastern fields, casting its orange hue over the freshly harvested fields. The sound of the chickens pecking, as their master cockerel crows, sipping on a milky latte, fills the air, and this tranquil moment has never felt so needed.
I pride myself on being a woman who can juggle many things, and not break a sweat. I am the one person, who can keep a cool head in a crisis and figure out an array of different issues that present themselves within minutes of finding out about them. Work out a way to save the day, and avoid a PR disaster, or any other disaster for that matter. However, today, as the fresh air, engulfs me, I must admit, that I am feeling
