Chapter 15
Logan took Hana breakfast in bed so she could avoid the chaos of the kitchen. He ran the gauntlet of his mother alone as she demanded Hana’s presence. “Take your pills,” he told Miriam, leaving with a laden tray and the kind of deep-seated exhaustion which came from fighting the same endless battle on a loop.
“This is sweet,” Hana said with a yawn. The jam knife slipped through clumsy fingers and spread strawberry stains along her n***d stomach. Logan swallowed and looked away at its likeness to blood.
“When you’re dressed, we’ll ride up to the top of the mountain.” He rested his forearm against the window and pressed his head against it. Mist coated the scene outside, blanking out the surrounding hills as though they didn’t exist. His memory painted them back in, fine, exact
