Chapter 49
Logan returned to the fire site. He watched as they collected the ruined body of his mother, packing her into a bag and carrying her down the mountain on a stretcher. He bit the inside of his cheek until the blood poured unchecked and his lips were stained with it. Still he watched, his face grim and his heart thudding dull, laboured beats. When he rode back to the house, he looked like a man whose world had collapsed. It had.
Tama broke the news to Hana. After a foray into the kitchen, he returned empty handed, his cheeks soaked and his grey eyes glassy. “I killed her!” he shouted from the doorway. “It’s all my fault!”
“What? No!” Hana ran to him, pinning his flailing arms to his sides and wrapping him in her embrace. “Don’t say that, Tama. What’s happened?”
He sank to the
