Chapter 18
Logan’s feet hung over the end of the bed, poking through the blankets. He rose and slipped his socks back on. The image of Hana alone and frightened next door made him want to go to her, but Maihi’s voice rose downstairs. He doubted she’d let him go tonight. “Geez, Du Rose,” he sighed into the darkness. “Are you really that scared of an old kuia?” The question remained rhetorical. He’d sensed her wisdom and suspected another argument with Hana wouldn’t stop her climbing on a plane back to her homeland.
He tossed and turned in the tiny space and tried to keep his past from haunting him. Memories of Caroline’s abortion returned, giving him a pain in his head. “Some twenty first birthday present,” he muttered, his voice muffled beneath the blankets. He recalled the angry exchang
