Chapter Thirteen
Stable RubberPete cleared his throat, his reedy voice piping through the speakers. Familiar enough to conjure an image of the sports teacher, it presented a skinny, unappealing man with wispy hair, dandruff and a skin complaint he’d never explored other than with his fingernails. Hana forced her muscles to unclench one at a time, leaving the ones around her knees until last.
“Henrietta had breast cancer.” He coughed into the phone at his end, not bothering to spare them the wet hawking. “We delayed getting married while she went through surgery and chemo.”
Hana ground her teeth and leaned into the surge of guilt which doused her like a storm shower. She cut her gaze towards a warmth on her right thigh and found Logan’s hand resting there. “Stop,” he mouthed to her. “Not
