Chapter Thirty-nine
Whip“Yes.” The single word hit Hana in the face like a whip. Her sharp inhale sent guilt stampeding across Wiri’s expression and he caught his lower lip in his teeth. “Sorry, Ma.” His fingertips brushed her shoulder as he sought solidarity again. “I just wanted to see if I could do it. I tried to set up a f*******: account, but the school blocked it.” His nose wrinkled in disgust until he realised he’d compounded his error by admitting the latter crime.
Hana shook her head. “You’re not old enough for social media,” she grumbled. At Leslie’s warning tut, she moderated her tone. “I suppose we never named sss addresses as f*******n, but you understood the spirit of the rule.”
Wiri pursed his lips and nodded. His grey irises flashed, and he seized his advantage. “I’ll de
