Logan rose with difficulty and placed his hands on his hips. His teacher’s stance intimidated Hana, but she refused to back down. “Why?” He repeated her question and Hana flinched as he strode across the room and seized her wrists with bruised fingers. “Why? Because he’s known for months where we live. He could have told Laval at any time, but didn’t. Tama’s whānau and he honoured his family ties!”
“He threatened to tell!” Hana shouted into Logan’s face. “He sat in my car and threatened to do it if you didn’t call the lawyers off his family!”
Logan looked down, his mind devoid of answers. His grip relaxed. “I don’t know what to say to you, Hana. I don’t know how to make this right. All I’ve ever done is what I thought was best and it’s never good enough for you.”
Tears of anger welled i
