Chapter 44
Logan left before Hana woke, leaving a note stuck to his pillow. The single word of apology seemed to punish her for the call to the taxi firm and she pushed it beneath the covers. “You’re all weird,” she sighed, rolling onto her back.
When she didn’t appear for breakfast, Leslie arrived with tea and toast. She let herself in after knocking and sat on the edge of the bed to watch Hana pick at the food. “What happened yesterday?” she demanded, her tone soothing and confidential. “You can tell me.”
Hana shrugged. “I have no idea. It wasn’t about me. I got caught in the middle of something old and it made me feel dirty. If I could’ve got a taxi, I’d be at home by now.”
“But this is your home, kōtiro.” Leslie reached across and patted her knee through the blankets. “Youse the be
