Hana staggered around the bed but Logan reclaimed his daughter first. He gave her a smile and retreated to the lounge. Phoenix wailed as Logan changed her nappy, kicking her legs and protesting. Jas offered useless instructions as the volume increased. Silence descended as Logan handed Phoenix over and she disappeared up Hana’s tee shirt. Jas sat on the arm of the chair, trying to work out where the child’s head went. “Did it come off?” His eyes widened in horror. “Where’d it go?”
Amy sat at the dining table, her nose red and her eyes puffy. She blew loudly into a tissue. “Sorry,” she said with uncharacteristic gruffness. “I didn’t want to come, but Jas insisted. I’ve got the window open so the germs should go outside.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Hana replied with a smile. “Nothing could make
