Chapter 46
Hana lingered in the rose garden with Tama. It offered one of the few areas of shade and the intoxicating scent of warmed blooms brought peace. “Do you remember what your Uncle Barry died of?” she asked, keeping her tone casual as she watched a bee collect pollen from a delicate rose head. It emerged as though drunk and seemed to hold in mid-air before weaving across the garden.
“I wasn’t born,” Tama replied with a smile. “But I heard he died from complications related to a blood disease. Poppa Rueben told me.”
“Haemophilia.” Hana’s teeth ground against the word. “I didn’t know Logan had it when we married.”
Tama nodded. “We studied it at school. It’s genetic. Girls are carriers and don’t generally suffer from the disease. They get it from their father and boys get it from a
