Chapter 10
Hana walked towards the Honda as the car seat grew heavy in her arms, the sun glinting off the red highlights in her hair. She bypassed Angus’ assistant who sat on a bench heaving in great gulps of fresh air. “You should be lighter after that nappy,” Hana grumbled to her daughter.
A low wall bordered the visitors’ car park, decorated with ceramic tiles made by decades of leavers cemented to the brick. Colourful and bright, they danced and reflected the sunlight. Hana belted the car seat into the passenger side and Phoenix waved her little arms and opened and closed her mouth. “Funny girl,” Hana told her. “Little Miss Bugle-bum.” She kissed the soft forehead and closed the door, jangling her keys as she walked around to the driver’s side.
A man waited between her car and a sle
