Chapter 27
Hana emerged from the bath feeling better. She wandered down to the kitchen in her towel, struggling to keep it closed over her rounded belly and following the happy sounds issuing from that end of the house.
Standing in the doorway, Hana observed her husband and daughter enjoying each other’s company. They were alike with their dark wavy hair and olive skin, one a carbon copy of the other. Their grey eyes shared some private joke and Hana felt a flicker of envy at their closeness. She withdrew so that only her head peeked around the corner, watching Logan’s long, capable fingers caress the guitar strings. One foot rested on the floor, the other knee bent to take the weight of the instrument. Logan’s other foot pivoted on the rung underneath the chair next to him. He plucked a
