Chapter 23
Hana drove to work on autopilot. She covered half the journey without recognition. When a child wearing a yellow backpack stepped out in front of her, it brought her to her senses. The Honda slid to a stop and her hands shook on the steering wheel. Wide blue eyes stared at her and then the boy ran the rest of the way across the road. It left her trembling. “Snap out of it!” she pleaded with herself, pinching her thigh to break the miserable fog. “Snap out of it, Hana. Before you kill someone!”
Driving along the tree-lined avenue towards school, Hana felt her heart constrict and her blood pressure rise. “It’s just work, you’ll be fine,” she coached herself. “You can do this. It’s almost the holidays. It’s just another day, an ordinary day. You can’t control everything and that’
