Chapter Nineteen
HackingLogan let Hana keep the diary, and that fact alone caused her disappointment. It meant it contained nothing of interest or potential devastation. It pained Hana to realise that his assertions proved accurate. She hunted the truth with the sole purpose of revealing it. And he couldn’t trust her.
Saturday morning slid by amid the chaos of breakfast for three amiable children and one picky marauder. Edin sat next to Mac, her spoon poised as she watched him make patterns in his rice bubbles. Wheat flakes disintegrated in her milk and turned to mush as she ignored them. Phoenix shoveled porridge into her mouth in slow motion, her attention absorbed by her eReader.
“Why can’t I have bacon and eggs?” Wiri rested his hands on his hips and pouted. His dark fringe bounced
