Hana sighed and accepted his help into the shower. She felt grateful for his strong body as he slipped in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. The water pounded the top of her head, robbing her of coherent thought and numbing her senses. Logan washed her hair, soaping her battered body and wincing at the cuts and bruises from her climb up the mountain. He felt the bump on her head caused by the explosion and kissed the nape of her neck in sympathy. “I’m sorry, Hana,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I can’t change any of this.”
Hana nodded, her body aching to the bone. She leaned against the shower cubicle and closed her eyes, filthy water cascading in a waterfall. When the baby cried next door, she started and almost slipped. Logan shut off the water and reached for a towel, draping
