Chapter 13
Hana woke with a crick in her neck. The lights in the motel room were on and the television flickered freakily on the menu screen. Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey swirled around the screen in a dance without a finale and the music repeated over and over, waiting for an audience that wouldn’t now come. A wall clock declared that it was two in the morning.
Hana remained still for a moment, tasting salt in her mouth from her incessant tears earlier and her eyes felt sore and swollen. There was a hard bar across the centre of her back and its presence forced her to shift away from its pressure. Hana pushed herself up to a sitting position, meeting resistance.
The bar was Logan’s arm and he didn’t want to let her go. Her face remained pressed into his shirt, her nose squashed upw
