Chapter 52
On New Year’s Eve, they made the return journey up the mountain. Bright sunshine warmed their heads, yet Hana still shivered in anticipation of her memories. Logan urged Jack’s old Jeep up the developer’s new road and she sat in the back next to the car seat.
“Sure you can manage?” Logan asked, opening Hana’s door and helping her out. She nodded, descending into an empty cul-de-sac where an architect’s grand designs would never spring from the dry earth. She remained silent on the upward climb, watching her husband keep one hand beneath his daughter’s body which curled in the baby sling against his chest. Though the sudden rains had sluiced away the scent of burnt foliage, she sensed the blackened driveway running parallel to their ascent. Logan reached for her hand and squeez
