Chapter Fifty
DismountHilda dragged Chester back to the car after an hour on the play equipment attached to the camp ground. He didn’t want to leave and demanded Leslie walk back to the car park with him. “I’m so sorry,” Hilda gushed, gripping Hana’s fingers as though in solidarity. “People don’t understand how hard it is to have troublesome children, do they?”
“No.” Hana exhaled, and her gaze flicked to Edin. The child sat on the see-saw in mid-air with her arms folded in front of her. Horsey’s knitted legs bunched in her lap. Mac leaned back and spread his weight onto his bottom, refusing to let her down until she held on with both hands. Hana eyed the silent stalemate with a wince.
“Thank you for not judging me.” Hilda swallowed and followed Hana’s gaze. “The other mothers don’t like
