Chapter 21
“Oh no! Oh no! Mummy! Daddy’s beedins,” Phoenix cried out as blood dripped in a relentless torrent from Logan’s nose. The little girl continued picking the filling out of her sandwich, while Neville’s son watched wide-eyed and nervous. Logan sat on a dining chair and leaned forward. It was pointless trying to stop the flow so he concentrated on containing it in one place on the wooden floor. Hana abandoned the children’s steaming bowls of custard in the kitchen and appeared with a towel, hastily snatched from the counter and a roll of industrial catering paper. Hana folded the towel carefully and pressed it with gentle fingers underneath her husband’s nose. Then she tore off a length of the blue roll and laid it on the floor over the red puddle. Instantly it grabbed the blood l
