“No!” he said, his voice dull. He passed no comment and Hana didn’t have the energy to press him for a verdict.
Logan carried the baby downstairs and put her in the pram, wheeling it along to the family dining room.
“Ah, my dear!” Robert stood as Hana walked in, kissing her on the cheek and patting the chair beside him. Elaine sat on his other side and smiled fondly at Hana. The elderly couple looked happy and rested after the journey to the hotel.
“I feel awful for falling asleep,” Hana apologised and they waved it off indulgently. Michael nodded from across the table and Aroha looked sick again. Hana reached inside her jeans pocket and pulled out sachets of peppermint tea, pushing them across to the other woman. Aroha looked grateful, splashing hot water from the urn over one of them
