He stopped and that familiar awkwardness descended. Hana hadn’t seen it for a while and her heart clenched. “Culver’s Cottage wouldn’t cope with the extreme weather up here,” she said. “I think you’re right, we need to start again with something we create together.”
Logan sighed with relief. They discussed where the best site would be, Hana relying on her husband’s knowledge of the land. He knew where the sun rose and set and where the worst of the sea breezes would batter a potential dwelling. Logan stepped out an area, measuring with long strides to plan the footprint of the house. Hana paused as a familiar sound reached her ears, transporting her back seven weeks. She saw herself grovelling on her hands and knees in the dirt, sweat pouring from her forehead as she heaved her premature
