Chapter 22
The heaviness pushed on Hana’s chest all night and she slept in fitful bursts which didn’t refresh her. Logan arrived home late, falling into bed after midnight. Despite trying to be quiet, he disturbed her and she lay sleepless for hours, turning things over in her mind and listening to him snore next to her. She snuggled up to her husband, putting her leg across him and placing her hands on his body. Craving distraction, she trailed her fingers along his thigh. He sighed in his sleep and didn’t wake, compounding her sense of rejection. “Where do you go, Logan?” she whispered into the darkness. “What’s happening to us? I can’t do this again.”
The familiar hard lump grew beneath her rib cage, spreading out from its origins of foreboding the night before. It gripped and pulled
