Chapter 28
Logan’s distinctive grey eyes stared at a point beyond her head and Hana held her breath. He looked the same age as the boy on the London train, but a few extra months had helped him make the transition to adolescence. A soccer ball balanced on his knees, clutched between capable hands which Hana ached to feel on her body. Her heart appealed to the wooden figure in the garish yellow strip though she knew he couldn’t hear her. ‘Help me,’ her soul cried.
“Hot and getting hotter!” Laval laughed at his own joke and Hana’s stomach roiled with the combined whisky and confusion. Her finger moved along the bottom of the glass as she searched for Logan’s name as though even the typed letters might offer comfort in her last hours. The neat italics showed Du Rose, Logan (Captain), remind
