Chapter 12
Hana checked her wallet and made sure she still had Logan’s credit card. It sat in its usual pocket, nestled behind her other cards, rarely used. “I’ll have to pay for the room somehow,” she told herself as she used the motel’s assortment of face creams to make herself feel more presentable. Then she did something she had never done in her life; she called room service.
Hana snuggled up in the motel robe while her clothes drip dried over the heated towel rail. The washing powder which the motel owner brought up, smelled heavily of chemical scents pretending to be floral but she didn’t care. She had washed and scrubbed her clothing in the sink until her hands were red. Hana had no intention of going back to the hotel for now and quelled the ache in her heart for her daughter. S
