Chapter 116

• Hanola pushed out the door and hurried along the portico, the click of her sandals hushing the cacophony in the jungle. She paused at the end of the portico and splayed her hands on the stucco column. “Dasan?”
• An eerie silence pulsed in the thick, humid air.
• She stared at the shadows crouched across the lawn and gave in to a shiver. The cenote must be back there, not far from the house. Surely it wouldn’t take long to walk to it.