Chapter 29
Hana emerged into the sunshine with exhaustion dragging her heels to painful slowness. Dark shadows ringed her green eyes and the flattened curls on one side of her head gave her a lopsided appearance. She paused at the nearest taxi and her voice croaked from lack of use. The driver jumped out and put his hand over the suitcase handle. “Last leg of a long international flight?” he asked with a smile.
Hana shook her head. “Hamilton.”
“Oh.” He lifted the case and pushed it into the boot of his car. “Sorry. You look like you’ve walked here.”
Hana’s lips parted but sapped of energy, she left the biting retort where it lay. She suspected a peek in a mirror might prove the man right. He opened the door for her and she sank into the back seat, muttering Izzie’s address in a lifeles
