Chapter 19
Hana slapped the diary onto the workroom table, the bang it made resounding throughout the museum. “I can’t do this anymore,” she postured with her hands on her hips, her stomach poking incongruously through her sweatshirt.
“Don’t do that!” Will’s wheelchair squeaked on the polished floor as he wheeled himself towards her. “You’ll crack the bloody binding.”
“I want to put it on the fire!” Hana stated, her cheeks flushed and her red hair floating round her face like a halo.
“What now?” Will reached for the book and cradled it in his hands like delicate china. Hana looked around the empty workroom and lowered her voice to a frenzied squeak.
“It says, Logan’s not a Du Rose!” she raged. “It says that Phoenix had an affair with a mystery man. He was Reuben’s father and not Henri
